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 Argentina and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Harry Pussy to the punk 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Quantec,
Tom Boy,
Danielle Patucci,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Agent Orange,
Hoover,
Hot Snakes,
L. Decosne,
Faust,
Y Pants,
Robert Hood,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
The Selecter,
Eli Mardock,
Blake Baxter,
Sällskapet,
Black Flag,
Slick Rick,
Byron Stingily,
Mark Hollis,
The Fugs,
the Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Intrusion,
La Düsseldorf,
The Star Department,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lungfish,
The Dirtbombs,
B.T. Express,
Guru Guru,
Camouflage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marine Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
Brand Nubian,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yusef Lateef,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Görl,
The Moody Blues,
Barbara Tucker,
Fatback Band,
E-Dancer,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doors,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.