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 Thailand and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Fad Gadget,
Junior Murvin,
Agent Orange,
Mars,
The Modern Lovers,
Graham Central Station,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fela Kuti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skriet,
The Kinks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lungfish,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Loose Ends,
Janne Schatter,
The Five Americans,
Subhumans,
MC5,
The Litter,
The Trojans,
D'Angelo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
Cymande,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
Sparks,
Funkadelic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moss Icon,
The Music Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Altered Images,
Dawn Penn,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Gang Dance,
T. Rex,
Cybotron,
Roxy Music,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
Reuben Wilson,
Godley & Creme,
Tubeway Army,
LL Cool J,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.