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 Maldives and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sällskapet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
Eric Copeland,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter and Kerry,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cymande,
The Star Department,
Black Moon,
Josef K,
Bobby Womack,
Tim Buckley,
Babytalk,
Monolake,
Deepchord,
Alison Limerick,
Quantec,
Gichy Dan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Holt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yaz,
The Music Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tom Boy,
Gabor Szabo,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul II Soul,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ten City,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moebius,
Sex Pistols,
Eurythmics,
Section 25,
Camouflage,
Man Parrish,
Simply Red,
Adolescents,
Los Fastidios,
Mr. Review,
The Beau Brummels,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hot Snakes,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crash Course in Science,
Jandek,
DJ Style,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.