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 Congo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Johnny Clarke to the rap 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Derrick May,
Suicide,
Trumans Water,
Saccharine Trust,
Nico,
The Mojo Men,
Talk Talk,
Barbara Tucker,
Ken Boothe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Finger,
Zapp,
Pylon,
Nils Olav,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
Ludus,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
Kenny Larkin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cluster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
MC5,
The Moleskins,
The Stooges,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bush Tetras,
Smog,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
The Barracudas,
Don Cherry,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson,
Royal Trux,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.