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 Barbados and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a synthesizer 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Magazine,
The Moleskins,
Whodini,
Flipper,
Peter and Kerry,
Ossler,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Evens,
Donald Byrd,
The Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
UT,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Kinks,
Bush Tetras,
Marine Girls,
the Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doors,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television,
Chris Corsano,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fall,
Hoover,
Shuggie Otis,
Parry Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League,
Massinfluence,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lungfish,
Mantronix,
The Golliwogs,
a-ha,
X-102,
Mandrill,
Nico,
The Five Americans,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon,
Q65,
Anakelly,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.