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 Estonia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barry Ungar,
The Stooges,
Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Babytalk,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul II Soul,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
Simply Red,
the Germs,
Cymande,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
Tubeway Army,
Darondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
Supertramp,
Colin Newman,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies,
Josef K,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Trumans Water,
Los Fastidios,
Monks,
Sixth Finger,
The Leaves,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalann,
L. Decosne,
Erasure,
Dawn Penn,
Ituana,
Zapp,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
Jacob Miller,
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.