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 Dominican Republic and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Martian to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
Black Moon,
Bluetip,
Barry Ungar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris Corsano,
Q and Not U,
Hoover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Prince Buster,
Ronnie Foster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ituana,
The Star Department,
Eric Copeland,
Guru Guru,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monks,
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers,
Interpol,
Dual Sessions,
New Order,
Gang of Four,
Dave Gahan,
Funky Four + One,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Lucky Dragons,
David Bowie,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker,
Wasted Youth,
Gong,
Make Up,
Joe Smooth,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick Morgan,
Yaz,
Eurythmics,
Glenn Branca,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Offenders,
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.