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 Mozambique and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Suburban Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
The United States of America,
Black Moon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
Marc Almond,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy,
Simply Red,
Faraquet,
Robert Wyatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suburban Knight,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
Bauhaus,
T. Rex,
Adolescents,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
Dave Gahan,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
Procol Harum,
Kayak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Order,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Howard Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moby Grape,
Iggy Pop,
Shoche,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Knickerbockers,
Schoolly D,
Nirvana,
Symarip,
The Leaves,
UT,
Fad Gadget,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.