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 Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erykah Badu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
Nas,
Pulsallama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy Collins,
U.S. Maple,
The Offenders,
Urselle,
Mantronix,
The Gladiators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scrapy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Youth Brigade,
Underground Resistance,
Sound Behaviour,
Banda Bassotti,
Crash Course in Science,
Q65,
Audionom,
The Alarm Clocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Can,
Guru Guru,
Moss Icon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites,
Wolf Eyes,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
Tropical Tobacco,
R.M.O.,
Procol Harum,
Joe Finger,
Rakim,
The Music Machine,
Joey Negro,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mummies,
Derrick May,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pretty Things,
Camberwell Now,
The Happenings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
a-ha,
Susan Cadogan,
Theoretical Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hashim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eddi Front,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.