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 Cameroon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Doors to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bob Dylan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Görl,
Intrusion,
Popol Vuh,
D'Angelo,
Main Source,
The Martian,
Liliput,
The Fuzztones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yellowson,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
The Names,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Easy Going,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker,
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
The Victims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Severed Heads,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Bourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiohead,
Yusef Lateef,
Rufus Thomas,
Procol Harum,
Jacques Brel,
the Sonics,
Lalann,
Visage,
Minor Threat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
Aaron Thompson,
Funkadelic,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.