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 Belize and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Althea and Donna to the funk 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
James White and The Blacks,
Nirvana,
Moebius,
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
Ludus,
The Invisible,
The Fall,
Circle Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Animal Collective,
Howard Jones,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ten City,
Pole,
The Remains,
Godley & Creme,
Alton Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mark Hollis,
The Red Krayola,
Niagra,
The Toasters,
Kas Product,
Magma,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalann,
Camouflage,
Lower 48,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gap Band,
Eric Copeland,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vainqueur,
Main Source,
Outsiders,
David Bowie,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Livin' Joy,
Pagans,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.