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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alison Limerick to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players,
Glenn Branca,
Tears for Fears,
Metal Thangz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
Juan Atkins,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
Lungfish,
Derrick May,
The Toasters,
EPMD,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Section 25,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül,
The Kinks,
Harmonia,
Agent Orange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The New Christs,
Symarip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
Alphaville,
Alton Ellis,
Moebius,
Arthur Verocai,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash,
Silicon Teens,
Eden Ahbez,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
This Heat,
Barrington Levy,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
Rapeman,
Echospace,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.