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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Urselle to the crunk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
Crime,
Mary Jane Girls,
Franke,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Moon,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Gichy Dan,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
Smog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Tears for Fears,
Sandy B,
Ronnie Foster,
Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Cheater Slicks,
The Red Krayola,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Sherman,
X-101,
Danielle Patucci,
Lyres,
Absolute Body Control,
Anakelly,
Outsiders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
The Skatalites,
Soul II Soul,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
the Germs,
Glenn Branca,
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
Bad Manners,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monochrome Set,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Bourne,
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.