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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gerry Rafferty to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and an organ 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Half Japanese,
Mr. Review,
Boz Scaggs,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Green,
Cheater Slicks,
Aaron Thompson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
PIL,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
Oneida,
Angry Samoans,
ABBA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed,
Scratch Acid,
Lungfish,
Groovy Waters,
X-101,
The Monks,
The Names,
Neil Young,
Donny Hathaway,
Basic Channel,
The Gories,
The J.B.'s,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacob Miller,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agent Orange,
Moby Grape,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Residents,
Tom Boy,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sugar Minott,
Grauzone,
Duran Duran,
Yaz,
Sam Rivers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pole,
Black Bananas,
Sixth Finger,
Eddi Front,
The Cramps,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Aural Exciters,
cv313,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.