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 Benin and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlback,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Animal Collective,
ABBA,
The Beau Brummels,
Sister Nancy,
Heaven 17,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sparks,
The Evens,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
Das Ding,
Monks,
The United States of America,
Amazonics,
Cal Tjader,
Grauzone,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Alton Ellis,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
Massinfluence,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erykah Badu,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slackers,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick Morgan,
Bush Tetras,
Deakin,
Magma,
Oblivians,
Wasted Youth,
Chrome,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
Peter and Kerry,
Yaz,
Brand Nubian,
Hot Snakes,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.