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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 The Techniques to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Sheep,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
UT,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
The Litter,
U.S. Maple,
In Retrospect,
Toni Rubio,
Moebius,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
L. Decosne,
the Normal,
Leonard Cohen,
Altered Images,
Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grauzone,
Moby Grape,
Eve St. Jones,
Ludus,
cv313,
Q and Not U,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Style,
CMW,
Animal Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
The Flesh Eaters,
E-Dancer,
Urselle,
Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
The Beau Brummels,
Ice-T,
The Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Y Pants,
Anakelly,
Average White Band,
The Barracudas,
The Count Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hoover,
Simply Red,
the Slits,
Technova,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.