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 Antigua and from London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grunge 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thompson Twins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Patti Smith,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sight & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nas,
Brass Construction,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Misunderstood,
The Slackers,
Depeche Mode,
Intrusion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Wyatt,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
Byron Stingily,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
H. Thieme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust,
Scrapy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
Skarface,
Tim Buckley,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
Severed Heads,
Harry Pussy,
E-Dancer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Hill,
U.S. Maple,
The Martian,
Wings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Certain Ratio,
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
FM Einheit,
The Beau Brummels,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.