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 Macedonia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sixth Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
Ornette Coleman,
Joyce Sims,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
Japan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Music Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neu!,
Adolescents,
Gang of Four,
Rod Modell,
The Skatalites,
Vladislav Delay,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suicide,
Ice-T,
Robert Görl,
Alison Limerick,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
Scrapy,
Davy DMX,
Pantytec,
Bobby Byrd,
Yaz,
Josef K,
Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
Ludus,
Darondo,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
Jawbox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lindisfarne,
Peter & Gordon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Slits,
Liliput,
The Mojo Men,
Ultravox,
The J.B.'s,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Bourne,
Tears for Fears,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
The Residents,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.