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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Letta Mbulu to the rap 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
World's Most,
Spandau Ballet,
Urselle,
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hashim,
Derrick May,
Darondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
Little Man,
The Misunderstood,
Theoretical Girls,
Pulsallama,
Tubeway Army,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arab on Radar,
Intrusion,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K,
The Real Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Crime,
E-Dancer,
The Associates,
kango's stein massive,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fuzztones,
Outsiders,
ABBA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sarah Menescal,
Interpol,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
Alphaville,
Prince Buster,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Womack,
Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
Scientists,
X-102,
Warren Ellis,
Marine Girls,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.