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 Tonga and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Nirvana to the grunge 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Audionom,
John Lydon,
Maurizio,
Infiniti,
The Cramps,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
Trumans Water,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
Newcleus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground,
Liliput,
Anakelly,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Residents,
Royal Trux,
Altered Images,
Soulsonic Force,
Yellowson,
Blancmange,
Roxette,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terry Callier,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick May,
The Doobie Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
Camouflage,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bush Tetras,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantytec,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
The Slackers,
The Misunderstood,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.