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 East Timor and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rufus Thomas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül II,
the Sonics,
Brick,
The Birthday Party,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
Con Funk Shun,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Mills,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Green,
David Bowie,
Byron Stingily,
Toni Rubio,
Alice Coltrane,
Visage,
Bill Wells,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
This Heat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
Joe Smooth,
Sandy B,
Josef K,
Glambeats Corp.,
Easy Going,
The Names,
The Sonics,
Kas Product,
The Monks,
Au Pairs,
Isaac Hayes,
Pylon,
Ken Boothe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Davy DMX,
10cc,
Mad Mike,
Shoche,
The Trojans,
Underground Resistance,
The Golliwogs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Vladislav Delay,
The New Christs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Almond,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.