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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rap 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
Skarface,
Stiv Bators,
Massinfluence,
Sonic Youth,
Quadrant,
Yaz,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
Joyce Sims,
FM Einheit,
Arab on Radar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
The Cramps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harry Pussy,
X-Ray Spex,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Slits,
H. Thieme,
Interpol,
The Sonics,
Josef K,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Pus,
Sam Rivers,
Suicide,
Tubeway Army,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
Monks,
Second Layer,
Neu!,
Gong,
Connie Case,
New Age Steppers,
Unrelated Segments,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nik Kershaw,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
Can,
Underground Resistance,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.