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 Jordan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Trojans to the jazz 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fugs,
Fear,
Johnny Clarke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brothers Johnson,
Quando Quango,
The Busters,
The Fuzztones,
Kerri Chandler,
Essential Logic,
The Associates,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rapeman,
Grey Daturas,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June of 44,
Reagan Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Gong,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
Eric Copeland,
Gabor Szabo,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
Organ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
The Toasters,
John Foxx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Young Rascals,
the Bar-Kays,
Scan 7,
Magazine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
Groovy Waters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Livin' Joy,
Icehouse,
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
Lower 48,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.