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 Marshall Islands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harmonia to the jazz 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Golliwogs,
Oblivians,
Mo-Dettes,
UT,
Joy Division,
Joey Negro,
Girls At Our Best!,
Icehouse,
Gabor Szabo,
Sam Rivers,
Ronan,
The Trojans,
Morten Harket,
Tom Boy,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris & Cosey,
Drexciya,
Wire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Freddie Wadling,
Crime,
Pierre Henry,
The Litter,
The Standells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
The Grass Roots,
Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Procol Harum,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Christie,
The Five Americans,
Sixth Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blake Baxter,
John Foxx,
The Seeds,
The Smiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxette,
Michelle Simonal,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
The Black Dice,
Junior Murvin,
Reagan Youth,
Magma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Essential Logic,
ABC,
Index,
Schoolly D,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Marvin Gaye,
F. McDonald,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.