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 Tanzania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Toasters to the rap 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Ponytail,
The Gladiators,
The Young Rascals,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anthony Braxton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Darondo,
The Busters,
Absolute Body Control,
Young Marble Giants,
Q and Not U,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Bourne,
Unwound,
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Desert Stars,
The Victims,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker,
Crime,
Boredoms,
Radio Birdman,
The Pretty Things,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
Suicide,
Ten City,
The Names,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Negative Approach,
Quantec,
Parry Music,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers,
Rekid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Cybotron,
The Gap Band,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
the Association,
Guru Guru,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.