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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Amon Düül to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
John Holt,
Vladislav Delay,
Michelle Simonal,
Popol Vuh,
Barry Ungar,
Hashim,
AZ,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Pus,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
David Axelrod,
Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
The Techniques,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bad Manners,
Boredoms,
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
Scrapy,
Faust,
Flash Fearless,
Flipper,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rekid,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Tears for Fears,
Duran Duran,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The New Christs,
OOIOO,
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Bourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Flesh Eaters,
Piero Umiliani,
The Human League,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker,
Scion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.