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 Benin and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cybotron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Average White Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
The Skatalites,
The Residents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MC5,
The Blackbyrds,
Brick,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls,
Aswad,
Bootsy Collins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rites of Spring,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Con Funk Shun,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
Parry Music,
This Heat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Main Source,
Ossler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lindisfarne,
Buzzcocks,
The Happenings,
Tears for Fears,
Susan Cadogan,
Newcleus,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
Sugar Minott,
Iggy Pop,
Cluster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Das Ding,
One Last Wish,
Mandrill,
Black Flag,
The Remains,
The Raincoats,
H. Thieme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Mills,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.