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 Mali and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
AZ,
Das Ding,
The J.B.'s,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiohead,
Connie Case,
The Grass Roots,
Q65,
Japan,
Radio Birdman,
Babytalk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Animal Collective,
Pole,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moss Icon,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young,
Warsaw,
This Heat,
Underground Resistance,
Josef K,
John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tom Boy,
Excepter,
Lalann,
The Selecter,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crime,
Dual Sessions,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monks,
PIL,
Television Personalities,
ABBA,
Simply Red,
CMW,
Moby Grape,
Steve Hackett,
Los Fastidios,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swans,
The Zeros,
Brick,
Soft Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hardrive,
The Fortunes,
Stiv Bators,
Guru Guru,
Cal Tjader,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.