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 Egypt and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Easy Going to the disco 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a 808 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Royal Trux,
Von Mondo,
Deepchord,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Names,
Quantec,
Lyres,
Bronski Beat,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smiths,
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
Robert Görl,
John Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol,
The Saints,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Toni Rubio,
Traffic Nightmare,
China Crisis,
Mantronix,
Wings,
Little Man,
The Golliwogs,
Swans,
Easy Going,
The Doors,
Radiohead,
Don Cherry,
Shoche,
Index,
Angry Samoans,
X-102,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
Hashim,
X-101,
Main Source,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Y Pants,
Soulsonic Force,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.