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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Nick Fraelich to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 spring reverb and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slick Rick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Standells,
Niagra,
the Germs,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terry Callier,
The Associates,
The Velvet Underground,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
ABC,
Harry Pussy,
The Martian,
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
Model 500,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
Technova,
The Black Dice,
Roxette,
Tears for Fears,
Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hardrive,
Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
This Heat,
Arthur Verocai,
Circle Jerks,
Massinfluence,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Coltrane,
Bill Near,
The Skatalites,
Chris Corsano,
Vainqueur,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacques Brel,
Visage,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.