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 Mali and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Shuggie Otis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Infiniti,
Bobby Sherman,
Wasted Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Blossom Toes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange,
Shoche,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
Average White Band,
Rakim,
EPMD,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Rites of Spring,
The Cure,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
Q and Not U,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
Judy Mowatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Scion,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
The Zeros,
Mars,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magma,
The Beau Brummels,
Traffic Nightmare,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
La Düsseldorf,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.