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 France and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vainqueur to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swans,
Inner City,
Spoonie Gee,
Nas,
Piero Umiliani,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
Gong,
Faraquet,
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
The Fugs,
10cc,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joey Negro,
Ohio Players,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Iggy Pop,
Television Personalities,
Mantronix,
Ten City,
The Real Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
Stiv Bators,
Flipper,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Radio Birdman,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cal Tjader,
Cameo,
The Skatalites,
48th St. Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Easy Going,
Animal Collective,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pulsallama,
Hashim,
D'Angelo,
Ossler,
Siglo XX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy,
Camberwell Now,
Echospace,
Q65,
Alton Ellis,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.