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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Bobby Byrd to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a clarinet 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
Ronnie Foster,
the Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Y Pants,
B.T. Express,
a-ha,
Jeru the Damaja,
June of 44,
Desert Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols,
Deakin,
Aswad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Litter,
Ultra Naté,
Don Cherry,
Circle Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
The Barracudas,
The Slits,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Association,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
Scrapy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donald Byrd,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delta 5,
Magma,
Duran Duran,
Man Parrish,
the Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
Pole,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gun Club,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
La Düsseldorf,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Intrusion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.