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 Poland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Fluxion to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Hood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker,
Freddie Wadling,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pole,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
Talk Talk,
New Order,
F. McDonald,
La Düsseldorf,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bob Dylan,
Neu!,
Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
DNA,
Jacques Brel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
The Kinks,
Faust,
Mark Hollis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Whodini,
Camouflage,
Davy DMX,
Prince Buster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moody Blues,
T. Rex,
AZ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deakin,
Black Sheep,
Pussy Galore,
Minny Pops,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
The New Christs,
Sam Rivers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
Kurtis Blow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacob Miller,
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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.