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 Tanzania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Adolescents to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a güiro 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
La Düsseldorf,
Thompson Twins,
Can,
MC5,
Public Enemy,
The Residents,
Fela Kuti,
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes,
Mr. Review,
Pulsallama,
Dawn Penn,
June Days,
Saccharine Trust,
Theoretical Girls,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
Leonard Cohen,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Terry Callier,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Rundgren,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young,
Sun City Girls,
Magma,
kango's stein massive,
June of 44,
Scott Walker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
Rotary Connection,
The Invisible,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ice-T,
The Smoke,
Procol Harum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche,
Schoolly D,
The Fall,
Skaos,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.