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 Greece and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the dance 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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dennis Brown,
Yellowson,
Shoche,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Dual Sessions,
June of 44,
Bill Near,
Bluetip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Connie Case,
AZ,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Stooges,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joyce Sims,
Ludus,
Moss Icon,
In Retrospect,
Robert Görl,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Morten Harket,
Minutemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Technova,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rotary Connection,
Sam Rivers,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tomorrow,
New Order,
Minor Threat,
Nick Fraelich,
La Düsseldorf,
the Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fall,
Inner City,
Terry Callier,
Country Teasers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
Ohio Players,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
Steve Hackett,
One Last Wish,
Lower 48,
Scan 7,
Camouflage,
a-ha,
The New Christs,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.