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 Nauru and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Index to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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?
Bill Near,
10cc,
Flamin' Groovies,
E-Dancer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Main Source,
Supertramp,
Los Fastidios,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funky Four + One,
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
John Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Porter Ricks,
Index,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
Aaron Thompson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Parry Music,
Quantec,
Q and Not U,
Eric B and Rakim,
Subhumans,
Vladislav Delay,
Kaleidoscope,
Second Layer,
Sugar Minott,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faust,
New York Dolls,
Letta Mbulu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DNA,
Sonic Youth,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Cal Tjader,
Ponytail,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lungfish,
The Cure,
John Holt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Clear Light,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Angels of Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Bananas,
Technova,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.