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 France and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blackbyrds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Accadde A,
Lungfish,
Prince Buster,
Simply Red,
The Cramps,
Lower 48,
Hasil Adkins,
JFA,
Deakin,
B.T. Express,
The Motions,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills,
Radio Birdman,
Hot Snakes,
Camberwell Now,
Blancmange,
Motorama,
Stereo Dub,
Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yellowson,
Skriet,
Marc Almond,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Saints,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Byrd,
Second Layer,
L. Decosne,
Dead Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Pus,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
The Moleskins,
the Sonics,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eli Mardock,
In Retrospect,
Pantaleimon,
Dual Sessions,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.