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 Ethiopia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harmonia to the grime 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Infiniti,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman,
Slave,
Wasted Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Minnie Riperton,
Pylon,
Robert Görl,
Hardrive,
Severed Heads,
Colin Newman,
Yaz,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeru the Damaja,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cecil Taylor,
the Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Judy Mowatt,
Angry Samoans,
Skriet,
Pierre Henry,
Lakeside,
Von Mondo,
Albert Ayler,
The Index,
Zapp,
Mandrill,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
Schoolly D,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Nils Olav,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
Unwound,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.