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 Germany and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Max Romeo to the techno 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars,
The Victims,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mandrill,
A Certain Ratio,
The Techniques,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quando Quango,
Funkadelic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stetsasonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Suburban Knight,
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City,
10cc,
T.S.O.L.,
Clear Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Motions,
Niagra,
Charles Mingus,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
Moebius,
Ronan,
Faraquet,
Nico,
Das Ding,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
Unwound,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.