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 Cambodia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 8 Eyed Spy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Black Flag,
Little Man,
Gong,
Radio Birdman,
Absolute Body Control,
Young Marble Giants,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Style,
EPMD,
In Retrospect,
Marshall Jefferson,
Letta Mbulu,
Stereo Dub,
Donald Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
The Fuzztones,
the Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Tim Buckley,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
kango's stein massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Subhumans,
New York Dolls,
Quando Quango,
Idris Muhammad,
Nico,
The Black Dice,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun City Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Arab on Radar,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Move,
The Angels of Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
This Heat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
Brass Construction,
Terry Callier,
ABC,
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger,
The Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faust,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.