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 Maldives and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slackers to the funk 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Finger,
Slave,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
Second Layer,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
Simply Red,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
Susan Cadogan,
Delta 5,
Pagans,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magazine,
Barbara Tucker,
In Retrospect,
Parry Music,
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
Albert Ayler,
The Leaves,
Tim Buckley,
Minor Threat,
Moebius,
The Index,
Erykah Badu,
Public Enemy,
The Kinks,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Wake,
Ice-T,
Roger Hodgson,
Stereo Dub,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
Skaos,
DNA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Subhumans,
John Foxx,
Matthew Halsall,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Style,
Mr. Review,
Scrapy,
The Fortunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.