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 Gambia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Average White Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
Desert Stars,
FM Einheit,
Peter & Gordon,
The Offenders,
Oblivians,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faust,
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L.,
Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Don Cherry,
Steve Hackett,
Technova,
Erykah Badu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marmalade,
EPMD,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
Brick,
Visage,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
Idris Muhammad,
Fela Kuti,
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scan 7,
DJ Sneak,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Wells,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman,
Yusef Lateef,
Ken Boothe,
the Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Essential Logic,
Pole,
Minnie Riperton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moby Grape,
Pylon,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.