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 Senegal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Cowsills to the disco 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Gang of Four,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang On A Can,
Silicon Teens,
The Residents,
Tears for Fears,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Leaves,
Q and Not U,
Janne Schatter,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Human League,
Toni Rubio,
The Gories,
The Fall,
Yaz,
Patti Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker,
Amazonics,
Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Junior Murvin,
Rod Modell,
Ornette Coleman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
Moss Icon,
Pet Shop Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms,
Basic Channel,
Blossom Toes,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Make Up,
Liliput,
Technova,
Visage,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
E-Dancer,
Minnie Riperton,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.