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 Ghana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Misunderstood to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Arcadia,
Fad Gadget,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
ABC,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June Days,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anakelly,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
Ronnie Foster,
Eden Ahbez,
Funky Four + One,
The Leaves,
Buzzcocks,
The Martian,
Black Pus,
Eve St. Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scratch Acid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Wire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kas Product,
Skarface,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
the Slits,
The Skatalites,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warsaw,
Mission of Burma,
Oneida,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.