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 Israel and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Surgeon to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Royal Trux,
T.S.O.L.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kayak,
Adolescents,
Q and Not U,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Khruangbin,
Thee Headcoats,
Prince Buster,
Nico,
Yazoo,
Brand Nubian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marvin Gaye,
Ponytail,
ABC,
Pantytec,
Sonic Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Simply Red,
MDC,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
Chrome,
Boredoms,
Marine Girls,
Motorama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
Rekid,
Pole,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lightning Bolt,
The Residents,
Crooked Eye,
Soulsonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ten City,
the Association,
Tres Demented,
Aural Exciters,
Model 500,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blues Magoos,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
The Remains,
Nation of Ulysses,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.