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 Malta and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ten City to the techno 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Aural Exciters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cheater Slicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Laurel Aitken,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Model 500,
The Count Five,
Blake Baxter,
The Star Department,
Marc Almond,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anakelly,
the Human League,
Magma,
ABC,
the Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neu!,
Al Stewart,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacques Brel,
Pantaleimon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Q65,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cowsills,
Chris Corsano,
E-Dancer,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thee Headcoats,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
Amazonics,
Lakeside,
The Litter,
The Fall,
The Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.