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 Japan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Jawbox to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Bob Dylan,
Arthur Verocai,
Stetsasonic,
Chrome,
Warren Ellis,
John Holt,
Camouflage,
Barbara Tucker,
Crash Course in Science,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
John Foxx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxy Music,
Television,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wings,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers,
Blancmange,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
DNA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jawbox,
Fat Boys,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Cale,
cv313,
Amon Düül,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
E-Dancer,
AZ,
Avey Tare,
Minutemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Darondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Sheep,
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mission of Burma,
Harry Pussy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joey Negro,
The Dirtbombs,
Scientists,
Tropical Tobacco,
Leonard Cohen,
Hasil Adkins,
Model 500,
Lou Reed,
Deepchord,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.