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 Namibia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lyres to the grunge 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
CMW,
Barrington Levy,
Ultra Naté,
The Smoke,
The Names,
Reagan Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman,
Quadrant,
Black Pus,
Erykah Badu,
The Move,
The Gories,
Au Pairs,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vainqueur,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
The Associates,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
This Heat,
Anthony Braxton,
Royal Trux,
Black Moon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stiv Bators,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gap Band,
Television,
Black Flag,
Tomorrow,
Cameo,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Thompson Twins,
Yaz,
Blossom Toes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bauhaus,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.