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 Djibouti and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 JFA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dawn Penn,
Pagans,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
Josef K,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amazonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Ponytail,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
Eli Mardock,
The Cramps,
A Certain Ratio,
Davy DMX,
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
Henry Cow,
Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
KRS-One,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Fluxion,
John Holt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ornette Coleman,
Yazoo,
La Düsseldorf,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiohead,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
New Age Steppers,
Metal Thangz,
Warsaw,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Malaria!,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.