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 Syria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grunge 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spandau Ballet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry's Kids,
Fugazi,
Chrome,
The Five Americans,
Letta Mbulu,
Pulsallama,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rosa Yemen,
Oneida,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Icehouse,
The Black Dice,
The Barracudas,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skarface,
Scott Walker,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gories,
Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blake Baxter,
New Age Steppers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crooked Eye,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
Pylon,
The Monks,
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
Circle Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Laurel Aitken,
kango's stein massive,
Slave,
Unwound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Surgeon,
Peter and Kerry,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.