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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Urselle to the electroclash 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pulsallama,
Rod Modell,
New Order,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
Rosa Yemen,
The Black Dice,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
Sugar Minott,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Starr,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
Wings,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
PIL,
Wolf Eyes,
The Kinks,
Soft Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masters at Work,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yaz,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Khruangbin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mojo Men,
Buzzcocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
The Wake,
Juan Atkins,
Whodini,
Sound Behaviour,
Pierre Henry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blossom Toes,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare,
Dual Sessions,
Ludus,
Franke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.