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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Mission of Burma,
JFA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Image Ltd.,
KRS-One,
Peter & Gordon,
Reuben Wilson,
Minutemen,
X-102,
The Young Rascals,
Lucky Dragons,
Interpol,
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dirtbombs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tom Boy,
the Human League,
Mars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
Freddie Wadling,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Byron Stingily,
Boredoms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Excepter,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
Khruangbin,
Cybotron,
The Pretty Things,
The Grass Roots,
Pylon,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Bourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ituana,
Thompson Twins,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.