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 East Timor and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 PIL to the punk 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Charles Mingus,
Japan,
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
Rufus Thomas,
Jandek,
Scan 7,
Faust,
The Monochrome Set,
Skaos,
Radiohead,
Black Flag,
Wire,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
Delta 5,
Shuggie Otis,
David Bowie,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ohio Players,
Ossler,
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger,
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras,
KRS-One,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David McCallum,
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
10cc,
Con Funk Shun,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
K-Klass,
Deadbeat,
Joy Division,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Banda Bassotti,
Intrusion,
Fear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.