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 Chile and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Lee Hazlewood to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Vogues,
Patti Smith,
Main Source,
Aswad,
Country Teasers,
John Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
Ponytail,
Steve Hackett,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Sheep,
Brand Nubian,
Suburban Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Lower 48,
the Human League,
Monolake,
John Holt,
48th St. Collective,
ABC,
Rufus Thomas,
Basic Channel,
PIL,
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yazoo,
Bang On A Can,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Circle Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
This Heat,
The Zeros,
Das Ding,
Radio Birdman,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dave Gahan,
Sonic Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swell Maps,
Blancmange,
Aaron Thompson,
Heaven 17,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin,
Erasure,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.