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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Remains to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
DNA,
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Germs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barrington Levy,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
Can,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
Newcleus,
Crime,
Y Pants,
Tom Boy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Prince Buster,
Danielle Patucci,
Isaac Hayes,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funkadelic,
Juan Atkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brand Nubian,
X-102,
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends,
Siglo XX,
Excepter,
Subhumans,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sällskapet,
Monks,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.