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 India and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Slits,
Shoche,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
LL Cool J,
Panda Bear,
World's Most,
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Motorama,
The Red Krayola,
Henry Cow,
Radio Birdman,
The Selecter,
MDC,
Derrick May,
the Germs,
Oblivians,
Sight & Sound,
Clear Light,
Basic Channel,
The Count Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Babytalk,
Funkadelic,
Wasted Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
The Wake,
Peter & Gordon,
KRS-One,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Moon,
Spoonie Gee,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Green,
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.