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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Simply Red to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Beau Brummels,
Carl Craig,
Mr. Review,
The Slits,
Swell Maps,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Judy Mowatt,
Fear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Starr,
KRS-One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tom Boy,
The Gories,
UT,
June of 44,
X-102,
Pagans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Womack,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
Sister Nancy,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Stooges,
Fad Gadget,
Infiniti,
The Moleskins,
Fugazi,
FM Einheit,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Qualms,
Laurel Aitken,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
Smog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.