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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Soul II Soul to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Eve St. Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zapp,
Sandy B,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can,
Accadde A,
Thompson Twins,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
Lungfish,
PIL,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Steve Hackett,
Harpers Bizarre,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
the Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oneida,
Quantec,
The Cure,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moody Blues,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Smooth,
The Count Five,
Dave Gahan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Human League,
Delta 5,
Rites of Spring,
Rapeman,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
Intrusion,
Brand Nubian,
Moebius,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
The American Breed,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.