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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 KRS-One to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
Siglo XX,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
KRS-One,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
Amazonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Leonard Cohen,
Moby Grape,
David McCallum,
The Names,
The Happenings,
Hasil Adkins,
Reagan Youth,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Boredoms,
Bootsy Collins,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
The Skatalites,
La Düsseldorf,
Oblivians,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dennis Brown,
Ludus,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
Faraquet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Newcleus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Massinfluence,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Malaria!,
Marine Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deakin,
Yaz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Görl,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.