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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Happenings to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glambeats Corp.,
Junior Murvin,
MC5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Section 25,
The Black Dice,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sixth Finger,
The Slackers,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Age Steppers,
The Count Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
Fugazi,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yaz,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Japan,
Fat Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Hill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Loose Ends,
Fela Kuti,
Tears for Fears,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
Television,
Scientists,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
Youth Brigade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T.S.O.L.,
Cymande,
The Walker Brothers,
Crime,
Quando Quango,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warren Ellis,
Dark Day,
Funkadelic,
Schoolly D,
Motorama,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.