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 Bhutan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Rufus Thomas,
These Immortal Souls,
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
the Association,
Wolf Eyes,
Sam Rivers,
Fatback Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pop Group,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dave Gahan,
Skriet,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
Barrington Levy,
One Last Wish,
Alice Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
Boogie Down Productions,
LL Cool J,
World's Most,
Charles Mingus,
Erasure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Howard Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scan 7,
The Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Flipper,
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne,
Bush Tetras,
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee,
The Vogues,
Con Funk Shun,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
Half Japanese,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.