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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Theoretical Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faust,
Index,
Siglo XX,
Lebanon Hanover,
F. McDonald,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lakeside,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Excepter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hashim,
Susan Cadogan,
Sällskapet,
Lyres,
Kas Product,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Almond,
Althea and Donna,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Adolescents,
A Certain Ratio,
New Order,
Harmonia,
Chris & Cosey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Zeros,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dead C,
Ultra Naté,
Roxy Music,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
John Lydon,
Brick,
The United States of America,
Monks,
Technova,
Urselle,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gories,
Arthur Verocai,
Boredoms,
Flipper,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.