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 Kuwait and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 10cc to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Toasters,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Colin Newman,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
Oneida,
This Heat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Outsiders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth,
Moebius,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Golliwogs,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deepchord,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ossler,
Black Flag,
The Selecter,
The Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hardrive,
Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kaleidoscope,
Toni Rubio,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Almond,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
Groovy Waters,
The Standells,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Starr,
Cal Tjader,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
Bad Manners,
The Saints,
Rapeman,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.