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 Mauritius and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
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 mellotron 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 Brand Nubian to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Technova,
Sex Pistols,
The Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
The Gories,
Vladislav Delay,
Letta Mbulu,
Skarface,
Grauzone,
Josef K,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blues Magoos,
Whodini,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cybotron,
Camouflage,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart,
Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wally Richardson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fall,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
Mars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo,
The Birthday Party,
Lalann,
John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Los Fastidios,
Blake Baxter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Organ,
Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pretty Things,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.