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 Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Evens to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kas Product,
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai,
Fad Gadget,
In Retrospect,
Crash Course in Science,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Drexciya,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Piero Umiliani,
10cc,
Ken Boothe,
The Cramps,
Pylon,
Freddie Wadling,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Hill,
FM Einheit,
The Dirtbombs,
Minny Pops,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Bowie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Görl,
Tom Boy,
Roxette,
Marine Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Style,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
R.M.O.,
Blake Baxter,
Bronski Beat,
Ultravox,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultra Naté,
Smog,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
The Litter,
Josef K,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Audionom,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.