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 Malta and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Nico to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Make Up,
Kayak,
Connie Case,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sandy B,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultravox,
Sparks,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
Q and Not U,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agent Orange,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Human League,
UT,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heaven 17,
The Star Department,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q65,
Royal Trux,
Bush Tetras,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig,
The Remains,
Dark Day,
Ronnie Foster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
Rapeman,
Masters at Work,
Nick Fraelich,
The Grass Roots,
Pere Ubu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The New Christs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.