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 Togo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris Corsano to the rock 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Modern Lovers,
The Barracudas,
Alison Limerick,
Rites of Spring,
Mary Jane Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Yellowson,
Lightning Bolt,
Section 25,
Alphaville,
The Associates,
In Retrospect,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rakim,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
Donald Byrd,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang On A Can,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
The Toasters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sound Behaviour,
Spandau Ballet,
Althea and Donna,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dark Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-101,
Yaz,
MC5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
The Angels of Light,
China Crisis,
The Dead C,
Second Layer,
L. Decosne,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
The Evens,
Cameo,
Eric Copeland,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.