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 Slovenia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Banda Bassotti to the punk 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a synthesizer 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Fela Kuti,
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
Stetsasonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Silicon Teens,
Roxy Music,
H. Thieme,
Anakelly,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
Make Up,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cybotron,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Interpol,
Organ,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
The Golliwogs,
Crime,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Archie Shepp,
Harry Pussy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter & Gordon,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Outsiders,
The Selecter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
KRS-One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Bananas,
Blossom Toes,
The Residents,
The Skatalites,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton,
The American Breed,
The Mummies,
Qualms,
Reagan Youth,
Shoche,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.