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 Togo and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rock 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
UT,
Wolf Eyes,
Procol Harum,
The Buckinghams,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nirvana,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
Dead Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Angry Samoans,
Mo-Dettes,
The Names,
Nick Fraelich,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lyres,
Cal Tjader,
Henry Cow,
Scan 7,
Babytalk,
Suburban Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Suicide,
The Neon Judgement,
Clear Light,
Connie Case,
The Raincoats,
The Gap Band,
Dennis Brown,
Yellowson,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Music Machine,
The Martian,
Subhumans,
R.M.O.,
Goldenarms,
New Age Steppers,
Harry Pussy,
Fat Boys,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chrome,
The Standells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantytec,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.