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 Monaco and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rekid to the rap 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Offenders,
Masters at Work,
The Residents,
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
The Real Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Unwound,
Guru Guru,
Colin Newman,
Malaria!,
Fad Gadget,
Spoonie Gee,
Yazoo,
Marine Girls,
Jawbox,
Brothers Johnson,
John Foxx,
World's Most,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hashim,
Supertramp,
Alton Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MDC,
Rekid,
Dead Boys,
the Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magma,
Robert Görl,
The Techniques,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Trojans,
Zapp,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
UT,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Bauhaus,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Osbourne,
One Last Wish,
Skaos,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
Tom Boy,
The Saints,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.