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 Tonga and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alarm Clocks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Television,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Make Up,
Zapp,
The Count Five,
Neil Young,
Popol Vuh,
MDC,
Scientists,
Pantytec,
The Index,
Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Görl,
Khruangbin,
Thee Headcoats,
Quando Quango,
Tim Buckley,
David Bowie,
Public Enemy,
Kurtis Blow,
The J.B.'s,
Josef K,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fall,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
The Standells,
the Association,
ABBA,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers,
Franke,
Schoolly D,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sarah Menescal,
Grauzone,
The Star Department,
Ossler,
The Searchers,
June Days,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Cale,
Roxette,
OOIOO,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gladiators,
Can,
Sister Nancy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Busters,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.