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 Malawi and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Donny Hathaway,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Can,
Lalann,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unwound,
Aaron Thompson,
Schoolly D,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul II Soul,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
D'Angelo,
The Red Krayola,
Pantaleimon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sällskapet,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
Barry Ungar,
The Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Freddie Wadling,
Michelle Simonal,
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Ken Boothe,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Copeland,
Warsaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
The Gun Club,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
L. Decosne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Icehouse,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Litter,
Amon Düül II,
Funky Four + One,
World's Most,
The Gladiators,
Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Hill,
Fluxion,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moebius,
Arcadia,
The Gap Band,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.