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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Pussy Galore,
Alice Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
The Doors,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oneida,
Dawn Penn,
The Invisible,
Mission of Burma,
The Golliwogs,
Siglo XX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eddi Front,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
Chrome,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
Q65,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gun Club,
The Smoke,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marmalade,
Groovy Waters,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultravox,
Crooked Eye,
Royal Trux,
OOIOO,
The Mojo Men,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drexciya,
Tommy Roe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pole,
Half Japanese,
Yusef Lateef,
Rapeman,
The United States of America,
Zero Boys,
Thompson Twins,
The Neon Judgement,
The Names,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Hill,
Patti Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Subhumans,
Joey Negro,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
Severed Heads,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.