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 Papua New Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Happenings to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Robert Wyatt,
Wings,
Cybotron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dawn Penn,
The Grass Roots,
The Slackers,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
Das Ding,
Fad Gadget,
The Fortunes,
Joy Division,
Cameo,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls,
The Happenings,
Cal Tjader,
Howard Jones,
Can,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
Popol Vuh,
T.S.O.L.,
Masters at Work,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
Marine Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cecil Taylor,
The American Breed,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scientists,
Jeff Mills,
The Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
June Days,
Cluster,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pretty Things,
Laurel Aitken,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moleskins,
X-101,
Eurythmics,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.