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 Finland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar 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 Fela Kuti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Vainqueur,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
Jeff Lynne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
Rotary Connection,
Mark Hollis,
The Blackbyrds,
Ituana,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun City Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nas,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
Surgeon,
Nico,
Rapeman,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fall,
Nik Kershaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Depeche Mode,
Graham Central Station,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
Joe Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mary Jane Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moebius,
Clear Light,
Jacques Brel,
The Residents,
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey,
Severed Heads,
U.S. Maple,
The Move,
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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.