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 Peru and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Mad Mike to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rapeman,
Yazoo,
DJ Sneak,
K-Klass,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sparks,
10cc,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Searchers,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suburban Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
Arab on Radar,
Tommy Roe,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
Brothers Johnson,
Accadde A,
Yaz,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
Mark Hollis,
ABC,
The Cramps,
Junior Murvin,
FM Einheit,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Angels of Light,
Ornette Coleman,
The Happenings,
The Skatalites,
Jandek,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
Swans,
Carl Craig,
John Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Quantec,
Robert Görl,
Zapp,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.