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 Andorra and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Reagan Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick May,
a-ha,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
ABBA,
Matthew Halsall,
The Wake,
Marmalade,
Television,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boredoms,
Franke,
Ponytail,
The Standells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
the Human League,
John Holt,
the Soft Cell,
MDC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Index,
The Gap Band,
The Real Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Isaac Hayes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Motions,
Moby Grape,
The United States of America,
Yazoo,
The Barracudas,
The American Breed,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
Procol Harum,
David Axelrod,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Porter Ricks,
Henry Cow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warren Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.