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 Korea South and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 John Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
Silicon Teens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liliput,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dirtbombs,
Ponytail,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
Outsiders,
Black Flag,
Khruangbin,
Wire,
June of 44,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
Youth Brigade,
Brass Construction,
The Moody Blues,
Cluster,
X-Ray Spex,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxette,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Count Five,
MC5,
Dennis Brown,
The Busters,
Bobby Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Max Romeo,
DNA,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smoke,
Juan Atkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crash Course in Science,
Funky Four + One,
The American Breed,
Bush Tetras,
These Immortal Souls,
Magma,
The Misunderstood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Litter,
Cheater Slicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.