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 Uzbekistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Aloha Tigers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unrelated Segments,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Youth Brigade,
Yaz,
Tubeway Army,
The Invisible,
Groovy Waters,
Porter Ricks,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
John Lydon,
Wasted Youth,
Dead Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fear,
Liliput,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scientists,
Hashim,
Parry Music,
Cameo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Qualms,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gap Band,
Technova,
The Vogues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers,
Black Pus,
Fugazi,
Peter & Gordon,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Wells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Severed Heads,
Albert Ayler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hardrive,
The Techniques,
Marine Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Danielle Patucci,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.