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 Togo and from New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Q65 to the rock 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Television,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Görl,
Clear Light,
Cybotron,
Goldenarms,
Black Pus,
The Golliwogs,
Arcadia,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultravox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mo-Dettes,
Guru Guru,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
Moss Icon,
Ultra Naté,
Silicon Teens,
Sound Behaviour,
the Bar-Kays,
Faraquet,
Bobby Sherman,
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Charles Mingus,
Monolake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bronski Beat,
Eurythmics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott Heron,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doors,
Pagans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wire,
Pierre Henry,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.