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 Morocco and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sonny Sharrock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Durutti Column,
Moss Icon,
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
Tim Buckley,
Icehouse,
The Black Dice,
The Smiths,
Ten City,
Unwound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick May,
Black Sheep,
John Holt,
John Foxx,
The Golliwogs,
Tears for Fears,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cabaret Voltaire,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
The Cure,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Average White Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
Albert Ayler,
Vainqueur,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
The Slackers,
Q65,
Sixth Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dave Gahan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shoche,
Anakelly,
The Invisible,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.