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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ken Boothe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Techniques,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Animal Collective,
Deepchord,
The Happenings,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Parry Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
Mars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
Erasure,
Con Funk Shun,
Flipper,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tom Boy,
The Gap Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
PIL,
The Golliwogs,
Accadde A,
Basic Channel,
The New Christs,
Eric Copeland,
The Buckinghams,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slits,
Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Dead Boys,
The Move,
Guru Guru,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radio Birdman,
The J.B.'s,
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.