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 Guinea-Bissau and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
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 organ 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 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?
Zapp,
The Tremeloes,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
MDC,
Boredoms,
The Names,
K-Klass,
the Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fugazi,
Dead Boys,
Prince Buster,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shuggie Otis,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
The Techniques,
Delta 5,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
Graham Central Station,
Blake Baxter,
The Misunderstood,
Kaleidoscope,
Mark Hollis,
Ice-T,
The Fall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
The Music Machine,
Parry Music,
Agitation Free,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Hill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Motions,
T.S.O.L.,
The Skatalites,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deepchord,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.