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 Iceland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slick Rick to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Ultimate Spinach,
One Last Wish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Davy DMX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sound,
Basic Channel,
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Judy Mowatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cecil Taylor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Outsiders,
Marcia Griffiths,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mummies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Newcleus,
The Cramps,
Moby Grape,
June of 44,
Yusef Lateef,
The Happenings,
Darondo,
Flash Fearless,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerri Chandler,
Depeche Mode,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Josef K,
This Heat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
The Real Kids,
Jerry's Kids,
Desert Stars,
Sällskapet,
Terry Callier,
Alphaville,
Lungfish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sex Pistols,
The Dirtbombs,
ABC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.