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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Harpers Bizarre to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Outsiders,
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
The Motions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Janne Schatter,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tom Boy,
Sound Behaviour,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Symarip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unwound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Scan 7,
Little Man,
Sixth Finger,
The Smoke,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Average White Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Five Americans,
Rod Modell,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
The Selecter,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
Angry Samoans,
One Last Wish,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Enemy,
Barbara Tucker,
Basic Channel,
Scratch Acid,
Qualms,
The Doors,
The New Christs,
Nas,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.