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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Martian to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gong,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
Glenn Branca,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
Hot Snakes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
OOIOO,
Au Pairs,
Peter and Kerry,
Lungfish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June Days,
T.S.O.L.,
The Martian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hoover,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bronski Beat,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Dolphy,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
Infiniti,
David Axelrod,
The Fugs,
Faust,
John Foxx,
Piero Umiliani,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Popol Vuh,
Inner City,
Patti Smith,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.