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 Guinea-Bissau and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brand Nubian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tres Demented,
David McCallum,
Supertramp,
Nick Fraelich,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slick Rick,
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
Talk Talk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Godley & Creme,
Oneida,
Minny Pops,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Fad Gadget,
Accadde A,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
Fear,
Amon Düül II,
Sixth Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Last Poets,
The Slackers,
Mr. Review,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Circle Jerks,
Model 500,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Near,
Joey Negro,
Lalann,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
Reuben Wilson,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Urselle,
the Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter and Kerry,
Kaleidoscope,
Rapeman,
Darondo,
Soft Machine,
B.T. Express,
Amazonics,
The Buckinghams,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.