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 Sudan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
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 Lou Reed 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 Detroit Cobras to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Das Ding,
Erykah Badu,
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Teasers,
John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
Interpol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skriet,
Young Marble Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
X-Ray Spex,
Rapeman,
Colin Newman,
Massinfluence,
Nick Fraelich,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Residents,
Archie Shepp,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Loose Ends,
Khruangbin,
Qualms,
Newcleus,
Panda Bear,
Erasure,
The Tremeloes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marmalade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bronski Beat,
Underground Resistance,
The Smoke,
Fluxion,
Lalo Schifrin,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.