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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Main Source to the rock 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Livin' Joy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Finger,
Jacques Brel,
The Motions,
The Blues Magoos,
Nik Kershaw,
Lindisfarne,
The Five Americans,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
Ponytail,
Dead Boys,
Black Flag,
Kenny Larkin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association,
Sandy B,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Count Five,
Easy Going,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Bourne,
Liliput,
Hardrive,
Alphaville,
Leonard Cohen,
Dawn Penn,
X-Ray Spex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Steve Hackett,
Tommy Roe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Laurel Aitken,
Minor Threat,
Suburban Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Toni Rubio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Teasers,
the Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Minny Pops,
Hasil Adkins,
The Evens,
Gabor Szabo,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Severed Heads,
Ken Boothe,
Unwound,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.