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 Korea North and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Hill to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Michelle Simonal,
Symarip,
World's Most,
Black Sheep,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flipper,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
Agent Orange,
Hashim,
Tom Boy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Godley & Creme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Near,
Quando Quango,
Derrick Morgan,
Organ,
This Heat,
Lucky Dragons,
U.S. Maple,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brand Nubian,
La Düsseldorf,
Graham Central Station,
OOIOO,
Sight & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cure,
Livin' Joy,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
Masters at Work,
Banda Bassotti,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
Angry Samoans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hot Snakes,
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.