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 Kenya and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Shoche to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Eddi Front,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cramps,
The Cure,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
Livin' Joy,
KRS-One,
the Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
Minnie Riperton,
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dennis Brown,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick Morgan,
Subhumans,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronnie Foster,
Pussy Galore,
ABBA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Sam Rivers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donny Hathaway,
Average White Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Absolute Body Control,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
Joy Division,
Model 500,
Bang On A Can,
Y Pants,
Saccharine Trust,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
Shuggie Otis,
Funkadelic,
The Moody Blues,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.