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 Chad and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marshall Jefferson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Barclay James Harvest,
Albert Ayler,
The New Christs,
Tomorrow,
Inner City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
Television Personalities,
Pole,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
E-Dancer,
The Happenings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex,
The Standells,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
Desert Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Hoover,
Technova,
Infiniti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monolake,
Duran Duran,
Ludus,
Nas,
Morten Harket,
U.S. Maple,
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donny Hathaway,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris Corsano,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Finger,
Eurythmics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
H. Thieme,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slits,
Goldenarms,
The Gap Band,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.