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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
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 oboe 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 Desert Stars to the rock 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Leaves,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan,
The Seeds,
Newcleus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Happenings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Audionom,
Icehouse,
The Residents,
Pylon,
Byron Stingily,
Can,
Pere Ubu,
Loose Ends,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Accadde A,
Dave Gahan,
The Gap Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
Graham Central Station,
Grauzone,
Ultra Naté,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rod Modell,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
Danielle Patucci,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bad Manners,
Suicide,
The Cramps,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lakeside,
Goldenarms,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.