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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marshall Jefferson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
Crash Course in Science,
Average White Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Outsiders,
Yaz,
Rekid,
The Fall,
Scientists,
David Bowie,
Ohio Players,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
Kenny Larkin,
Junior Murvin,
Mandrill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Black Dice,
Susan Cadogan,
Dave Gahan,
Ituana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Deepchord,
48th St. Collective,
Country Teasers,
Newcleus,
Groovy Waters,
Radio Birdman,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra,
Sällskapet,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Görl,
The Stooges,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bauhaus,
Das Ding,
James White and The Blacks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Raincoats,
The Victims,
Angry Samoans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
Negative Approach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.