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 the UAE and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 L. Decosne to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Can,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
Jacob Miller,
The Stooges,
Babytalk,
Juan Atkins,
The Invisible,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Khruangbin,
Joy Division,
Anakelly,
Cameo,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
Vainqueur,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Terry,
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Porter Ricks,
The Evens,
Ice-T,
Bob Dylan,
Lakeside,
The Slackers,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Sherman,
Icehouse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marine Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fugazi,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott,
Soulsonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
Prince Buster,
Ossler,
Pole,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.