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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shuggie Otis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a 808 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
Hasil Adkins,
Lakeside,
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Sugar Minott,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Godley & Creme,
Supertramp,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Intrusion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Animal Collective,
Pussy Galore,
A Certain Ratio,
Minnie Riperton,
The Evens,
The Kinks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
L. Decosne,
Eddi Front,
Albert Ayler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
Bush Tetras,
Josef K,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wally Richardson,
The Grass Roots,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tim Buckley,
Terry Callier,
Con Funk Shun,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
Suicide,
Essential Logic,
Idris Muhammad,
ABC,
Scan 7,
The Divine Comedy,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ohio Players,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.