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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Harmonia to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
E-Dancer,
Dennis Brown,
Popol Vuh,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stockholm Monsters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Grass Roots,
Bush Tetras,
Wire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Franke,
Lyres,
Maleditus Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Piero Umiliani,
The Tremeloes,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Holt,
The Fall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brick,
Jawbox,
Alton Ellis,
Interpol,
Magazine,
Toni Rubio,
Japan,
Chris Corsano,
New Age Steppers,
F. McDonald,
Quadrant,
Marc Almond,
Absolute Body Control,
Yazoo,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers,
The Last Poets,
Pylon,
Monolake,
Nik Kershaw,
Scratch Acid,
The Young Rascals,
Skaos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dave Gahan,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.