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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lebanon Hanover to the dance 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Au Pairs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gap Band,
The Fugs,
Moss Icon,
David Bowie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vainqueur,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Zapp,
Black Bananas,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Enemy,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy Collins,
Arab on Radar,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Graham Central Station,
T. Rex,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
Suburban Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shoche,
Eric Dolphy,
Circle Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Reuben Wilson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Underground Resistance,
Massinfluence,
Groovy Waters,
The Neon Judgement,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
Flipper,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Organ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Malaria!,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Martian,
The Mummies,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.