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 Brunei and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bizarre Inc. to the punk 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Wasted Youth,
Hoover,
The Gun Club,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monks,
The Birthday Party,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Residents,
Moss Icon,
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
Eve St. Jones,
Cluster,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sight & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Clarke,
the Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Schoolly D,
Soulsonic Force,
The Names,
Con Funk Shun,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visage,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Knickerbockers,
The Skatalites,
Peter & Gordon,
Mars,
Prince Buster,
Fluxion,
Brass Construction,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
the Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Basic Channel,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABBA,
Davy DMX,
Pole,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.