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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Can to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Byron Stingily,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sällskapet,
Adolescents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Patti Smith,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
Erykah Badu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun City Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anakelly,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
the Bar-Kays,
Eddi Front,
Young Marble Giants,
Skarface,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
The Golliwogs,
Black Moon,
Carl Craig,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Dawn Penn,
Wire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
The Count Five,
Japan,
Peter & Gordon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Dolphy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flash Fearless,
Lyres,
Hashim,
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Urselle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.