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 Djibouti and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stockholm Monsters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
Juan Atkins,
Sparks,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABBA,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
Visage,
The Names,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
Lower 48,
Todd Rundgren,
Ohio Players,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brass Construction,
Al Stewart,
The Dirtbombs,
Television,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalann,
Wings,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Parry Music,
Television Personalities,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Buzzcocks,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fugazi,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Whodini,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smiths,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.