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 China and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Angels of Light to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
Marshall Jefferson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Livin' Joy,
Black Moon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Vainqueur,
Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Ten City,
Animal Collective,
Agitation Free,
Flash Fearless,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Von Mondo,
cv313,
UT,
T.S.O.L.,
Hoover,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pylon,
Drexciya,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
FM Einheit,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sexual Harrassment,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Funky Four + One,
Janne Schatter,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Bowie,
the Soft Cell,
Swans,
World's Most,
Loose Ends,
Skaos,
Cecil Taylor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Technova,
Excepter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
Pere Ubu,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare,
Drive Like Jehu,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.