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 Belgium and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cheater Slicks to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Althea and Donna,
Zapp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Qualms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Junior Murvin,
The Neon Judgement,
Depeche Mode,
Rufus Thomas,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
Ice-T,
Saccharine Trust,
Schoolly D,
FM Einheit,
Barbara Tucker,
Deadbeat,
The Monks,
Television Personalities,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
The Trojans,
The Skatalites,
Black Bananas,
a-ha,
Soul II Soul,
Josef K,
Amon Düül II,
David McCallum,
Patti Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang of Four,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
Black Flag,
Little Man,
Ultra Naté,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Fraelich,
Donny Hathaway,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Index,
Erasure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Stooges,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
Mantronix,
Subhumans,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
Au Pairs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.