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 Luxembourg and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brick to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Inner City,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Machine,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
Bauhaus,
The American Breed,
Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Happenings,
Al Stewart,
Public Enemy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
Simply Red,
Marcia Griffiths,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
Gong,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
The Fortunes,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ossler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Vogues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Terry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brick,
Sugar Minott,
The Dead C,
FM Einheit,
Nirvana,
Suicide,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Star Department,
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moss Icon,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.