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 Sudan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yazoo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Rapeman,
Hardrive,
Technova,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks,
R.M.O.,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
The Durutti Column,
Lindisfarne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Intrusion,
Minutemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Starr,
Camouflage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magma,
ABC,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dead C,
Make Up,
Fela Kuti,
Urselle,
Don Cherry,
Sight & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Slave,
The Index,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gun Club,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Vogues,
KRS-One,
Rosa Yemen,
Basic Channel,
Eric Copeland,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Style,
Easy Going,
Jawbox,
Cameo,
Dawn Penn,
New Order,
The New Christs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.