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 New Zealand and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Brand Nubian to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Organ,
The Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Sparks,
Mission of Burma,
Silicon Teens,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
Mantronix,
Moebius,
Glenn Branca,
Con Funk Shun,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monochrome Set,
Liliput,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Happenings,
Scratch Acid,
Funkadelic,
K-Klass,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Dolphy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Mills,
New York Dolls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Janne Schatter,
Funky Four + One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Porter Ricks,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Stiv Bators,
Mandrill,
Dark Day,
The Cramps,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Evens,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.