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 Tunisia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DJ Style to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Porter Ricks,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
The Wake,
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
Judy Mowatt,
Sparks,
FM Einheit,
Cal Tjader,
Nico,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rapeman,
H. Thieme,
Aaron Thompson,
Animal Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Patti Smith,
Black Flag,
The Evens,
Hot Snakes,
48th St. Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maurizio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
Au Pairs,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Machine,
Drexciya,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
In Retrospect,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rotary Connection,
David McCallum,
Sex Pistols,
The Dead C,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantytec,
Gang Green,
Franke,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
Quando Quango,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
Faraquet,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.