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 Libya and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roxette to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Motions,
Fatback Band,
Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
the Association,
Black Pus,
Deadbeat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smiths,
The Fugs,
X-101,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blancmange,
John Holt,
The Mojo Men,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amazonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Popol Vuh,
In Retrospect,
Shuggie Otis,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Tommy Roe,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Lebanon Hanover,
Judy Mowatt,
Cheater Slicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Style,
AZ,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Eve St. Jones,
The Music Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
8 Eyed Spy,
Buzzcocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siglo XX,
The Move,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.