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 Poland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin 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 Divine Comedy to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Fad Gadget,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pylon,
Fear,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eddi Front,
These Immortal Souls,
Bluetip,
Boz Scaggs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
10cc,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
Terry Callier,
The Mojo Men,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
Sight & Sound,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
The Flesh Eaters,
Letta Mbulu,
Swans,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Carl Craig,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sonic Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
The Trojans,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Buckinghams,
Smog,
Nirvana,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
Brick,
Suburban Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Pagans,
Qualms,
Lou Reed,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.