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 Malaysia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 Whodini to the crunk 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Urselle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland,
John Foxx,
T. Rex,
Mission of Burma,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Au Pairs,
Zapp,
Clear Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Rites of Spring,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Banda Bassotti,
The American Breed,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultra Naté,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jandek,
Bluetip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skriet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vladislav Delay,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
Bad Manners,
Black Sheep,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flash Fearless,
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
Little Man,
Groovy Waters,
Mad Mike,
Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Infiniti,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marcia Griffiths,
Al Stewart,
Steve Hackett,
Trumans Water,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.