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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
Loose Ends,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suicide,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Lydon,
Flipper,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed,
DNA,
Sun Ra,
Robert Hood,
Monks,
Siglo XX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slits,
Bluetip,
Patti Smith,
Connie Case,
Quantec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
Outsiders,
The Cramps,
the Normal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Smog,
New Order,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
Y Pants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang On A Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
Nas,
Mission of Burma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cybotron,
Groovy Waters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Dawn Penn,
Royal Trux,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moleskins,
Aswad,
Scrapy,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.