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 Liberia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Juan Atkins to the techno 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Sound,
Section 25,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soulsonic Force,
Neu!,
Thompson Twins,
Qualms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
The Gap Band,
The Standells,
Pantytec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crime,
Black Sheep,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Rundgren,
Icehouse,
Derrick May,
Agent Orange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deepchord,
Arcadia,
Cecil Taylor,
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
Make Up,
Scan 7,
LL Cool J,
Groovy Waters,
Leonard Cohen,
Harry Pussy,
China Crisis,
Nils Olav,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pretty Things,
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles,
Connie Case,
Cameo,
Laurel Aitken,
Eddi Front,
AZ,
K-Klass,
The Star Department,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gun Club,
The Slits,
Mantronix,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
F. McDonald,
The Gladiators,
a-ha,
Accadde A,
Warren Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.