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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terry Callier to the electroclash 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Ice-T,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
MDC,
Icehouse,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
The Real Kids,
The Kinks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amazonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
The United States of America,
Bobby Womack,
Idris Muhammad,
Tommy Roe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oblivians,
Josef K,
Au Pairs,
Television Personalities,
Roxette,
Eddi Front,
Isaac Hayes,
The Misunderstood,
Nas,
Bang On A Can,
Mars,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Music Machine,
John Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joey Negro,
Mr. Review,
June of 44,
D'Angelo,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
a-ha,
Crooked Eye,
Cal Tjader,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faraquet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Basic Channel,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
Porter Ricks,
Scion,
Scratch Acid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.