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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Smoke to the funk 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Average White Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Mummies,
Aloha Tigers,
MDC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skriet,
Harry Pussy,
Roxy Music,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker,
Arab on Radar,
DNA,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
JFA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
The Gories,
Kenny Larkin,
the Slits,
Erasure,
Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
CMW,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moebius,
UT,
Radiohead,
The Divine Comedy,
Buzzcocks,
Minor Threat,
New Order,
the Germs,
Dawn Penn,
Eddi Front,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
This Heat,
Peter & Gordon,
Das Ding,
Supertramp,
Pussy Galore,
Crooked Eye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mandrill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funkadelic,
The Busters,
The Fall,
X-102,
Sandy B,
Stereo Dub,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Prunes,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.