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 Marshall Islands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Moleskins to the crunk 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
LL Cool J,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
Brick,
Rekid,
Crime,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Schoolly D,
David Axelrod,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
Mr. Review,
Bob Dylan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fluxion,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
Soulsonic Force,
Marmalade,
Warren Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T.S.O.L.,
Ohio Players,
Section 25,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
AZ,
The Remains,
Stereo Dub,
Stetsasonic,
Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blossom Toes,
Motorama,
Glenn Branca,
Livin' Joy,
Chris Corsano,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.