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 Paraguay and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Q65 to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The United States of America,
The Seeds,
Symarip,
Don Cherry,
Max Romeo,
Oneida,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sällskapet,
Ponytail,
The Real Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Godley & Creme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
Skriet,
Popol Vuh,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bad Manners,
Desert Stars,
Fat Boys,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Halsall,
Pere Ubu,
R.M.O.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Ultra Naté,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Bourne,
Angry Samoans,
Yellowson,
Barrington Levy,
Second Layer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Leonard Cohen,
Accadde A,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
Crime,
Lakeside,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
The Count Five,
Joey Negro,
The Cramps,
The Divine Comedy,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
John Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Sight & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.