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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yazoo to the crunk 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Motorama,
The Gap Band,
Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Index,
Sandy B,
Circle Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
Underground Resistance,
The Names,
Bootsy Collins,
Barbara Tucker,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Little Man,
Harmonia,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sam Rivers,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
Cal Tjader,
Danielle Patucci,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blancmange,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Lynne,
Index,
Archie Shepp,
Goldenarms,
H. Thieme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
Jawbox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jandek,
Davy DMX,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.