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 Georgia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Remains to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Delta 5,
The Searchers,
Cybotron,
Donny Hathaway,
Iggy Pop,
Arthur Verocai,
ABC,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
The Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül II,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
Yusef Lateef,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
Shoche,
Television,
The Blackbyrds,
Rod Modell,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
John Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
The Vogues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pulsallama,
Nico,
Surgeon,
The Modern Lovers,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
JFA,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Parry Music,
Ultravox,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Association,
Faust,
The Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.