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 Albania and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Hot Snakes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Harmonia,
Neil Young,
Average White Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arcadia,
Talk Talk,
Monolake,
Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
The Dead C,
The Wake,
the Normal,
Deadbeat,
Vainqueur,
Visage,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Standells,
Wally Richardson,
Brand Nubian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crash Course in Science,
Barry Ungar,
Aaron Thompson,
Tres Demented,
Section 25,
Intrusion,
The Saints,
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
Stereo Dub,
Essential Logic,
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
The Busters,
The United States of America,
Ituana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Urselle,
The Cowsills,
Depeche Mode,
Oblivians,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
Von Mondo,
Glenn Branca,
Juan Atkins,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
Kayak,
Black Sheep,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.