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 Bangladesh and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Grass Roots to the punk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Leaves,
The American Breed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Residents,
Josef K,
Interpol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Misunderstood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magma,
June Days,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Underground Resistance,
Severed Heads,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
Ultra Naté,
The Doors,
Cymande,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television,
LL Cool J,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ken Boothe,
The Golliwogs,
Joyce Sims,
Roger Hodgson,
Bush Tetras,
Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Pere Ubu,
Newcleus,
The Red Krayola,
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket,
Colin Newman,
The Standells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Rufus Thomas,
FM Einheit,
Lebanon Hanover,
Graham Central Station,
The Slits,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.