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 China and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Colin Newman to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Agitation Free,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacob Miller,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiohead,
Minor Threat,
Tommy Roe,
Joy Division,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun City Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
Judy Mowatt,
Funkadelic,
The Zeros,
Roxette,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
Von Mondo,
Wasted Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear,
The Mojo Men,
Max Romeo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABBA,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
Clear Light,
Quantec,
Skaos,
Tubeway Army,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gories,
Pussy Galore,
Brand Nubian,
The Star Department,
The United States of America,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
Arthur Verocai,
The Victims,
Fad Gadget,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moby Grape,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.