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 Laos and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Bronski Beat to the techno 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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Outsiders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
The American Breed,
Sister Nancy,
Fela Kuti,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter and Kerry,
Rekid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Evens,
John Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
Scrapy,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Copeland,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan,
Shuggie Otis,
One Last Wish,
The Happenings,
Minor Threat,
The Techniques,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q65,
New Age Steppers,
Mantronix,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
Joe Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Buzzcocks,
Hot Snakes,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.