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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Loose Ends to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lower 48,
The Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Judy Mowatt,
Minutemen,
Bauhaus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Loose Ends,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scan 7,
Flash Fearless,
Idris Muhammad,
Crime,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stereo Dub,
Essential Logic,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse,
A Certain Ratio,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marmalade,
Laurel Aitken,
D'Angelo,
Gichy Dan,
Hasil Adkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Japan,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers,
Dave Gahan,
Schoolly D,
Isaac Hayes,
the Germs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Freddie Wadling,
Heaven 17,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
Silicon Teens,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Bourne,
Anakelly,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masters at Work,
Minny Pops,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.