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 Panama and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dual Sessions to the rap 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
The Litter,
Maurizio,
Yazoo,
Audionom,
Donny Hathaway,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Starr,
Scan 7,
The Mojo Men,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Rod Modell,
Ornette Coleman,
The Toasters,
The Monks,
The Slits,
Alton Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane,
Lalann,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Sherman,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Anakelly,
Steve Hackett,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
Boredoms,
Charles Mingus,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
Slick Rick,
The Leaves,
Jawbox,
Hardrive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cure,
Aloha Tigers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crime,
The Slackers,
Iggy Pop,
Average White Band,
Sex Pistols,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.