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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Christs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Supertramp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masters at Work,
DJ Style,
Accadde A,
Aswad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül,
Neu!,
Parry Music,
Todd Terry,
Iggy Pop,
PIL,
Ohio Players,
Warren Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
The J.B.'s,
Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smiths,
Soul II Soul,
Gabor Szabo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Parrish,
Inner City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skriet,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
Lindisfarne,
Lungfish,
Icehouse,
John Lydon,
Marmalade,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wolf Eyes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Josef K,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime,
Guru Guru,
The Pretty Things,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
Scion,
These Immortal Souls,
Quadrant,
Flipper,
Television,
Barbara Tucker,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.