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 Gabon and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 New Age Steppers to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Slits,
Mad Mike,
the Normal,
David McCallum,
Harry Pussy,
Grey Daturas,
Urselle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unwound,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yellowson,
New Order,
Minutemen,
Audionom,
Robert Görl,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sex Pistols,
The Standells,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
Ice-T,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
Black Moon,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
Peter & Gordon,
Donny Hathaway,
Q65,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MC5,
B.T. Express,
Hashim,
Groovy Waters,
Steve Hackett,
Scientists,
The Barracudas,
Lou Christie,
Bluetip,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Copeland,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül II,
Nirvana,
Rakim,
Sun Ra,
the Association,
Masters at Work,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.