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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Stereo Dub to the electroclash 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
David Axelrod,
kango's stein massive,
One Last Wish,
Buzzcocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dead Boys,
Swans,
The Slits,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Vogues,
Country Teasers,
Skaos,
The Alarm Clocks,
CMW,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
Michelle Simonal,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
Yellowson,
Subhumans,
Banda Bassotti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Alison Limerick,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Gong,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
D'Angelo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wally Richardson,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
The Durutti Column,
Japan,
Panda Bear,
Danielle Patucci,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hasil Adkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Sight & Sound,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.