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 Grenada and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Q and Not U to the funk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
Joy Division,
X-102,
K-Klass,
Newcleus,
Rites of Spring,
Adolescents,
The Mummies,
Wire,
Hashim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anthony Braxton,
Metal Thangz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Darondo,
Monks,
Grauzone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sparks,
Scott Walker,
The Angels of Light,
Minutemen,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warren Ellis,
The Offenders,
Joensuu 1685,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Bad Manners,
Joe Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Soul II Soul,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Spoonie Gee,
Tubeway Army,
Spandau Ballet,
Infiniti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pylon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Qualms,
The Slits,
The Busters,
Nils Olav,
Althea and Donna,
Pagans,
Pussy Galore,
Marine Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.