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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gladiators to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Kool Moe Dee,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
Masters at Work,
Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Heaven 17,
The Monochrome Set,
F. McDonald,
Sam Rivers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cramps,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Section 25,
Reagan Youth,
The Toasters,
Agent Orange,
Wings,
Ultra Naté,
Fela Kuti,
Blake Baxter,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harmonia,
Khruangbin,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Normal,
Gong,
Pagans,
Gang Starr,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Joensuu 1685,
Sällskapet,
Lucky Dragons,
Tears for Fears,
Joey Negro,
The Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
The Red Krayola,
Lalann,
Sandy B,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
Ken Boothe,
Talk Talk,
Whodini,
Fear,
Tres Demented,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.