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 Belize and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 Avey Tare to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
DNA,
Steve Hackett,
Japan,
ABC,
Smog,
Underground Resistance,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalann,
The Gories,
Roxy Music,
U.S. Maple,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
Pussy Galore,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wally Richardson,
Altered Images,
The Buckinghams,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Sandy B,
Pantaleimon,
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra,
Black Sheep,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Invisible,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Charles Mingus,
The Fortunes,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.