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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Avey Tare to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
The United States of America,
Yellowson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Ituana,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maurizio,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Finger,
The Trojans,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
Marmalade,
Pierre Henry,
The Searchers,
Gong,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Dolphy,
Chrome,
Derrick Morgan,
Joensuu 1685,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
Lakeside,
Robert Görl,
Bush Tetras,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
The Saints,
Sparks,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
Deepchord,
Grey Daturas,
Yusef Lateef,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pulsallama,
The Martian,
Tim Buckley,
Sister Nancy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
Public Image Ltd.,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.