Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Samoa and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Offenders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster,
Faust,
Matthew Bourne,
Davy DMX,
Severed Heads,
Hasil Adkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mars,
X-102,
Shoche,
Wolf Eyes,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Christie,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
Altered Images,
The Birthday Party,
The J.B.'s,
The Mojo Men,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Mills,
Siglo XX,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gladiators,
Suicide,
Von Mondo,
Pierre Henry,
Outsiders,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Japan,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Hood,
Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Whodini,
Fat Boys,
Pole,
Fad Gadget,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed,
Hardrive,
KRS-One,
Absolute Body Control,
John Lydon,
The Selecter,
The Trojans,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.