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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flash Fearless to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
Yazoo,
Second Layer,
Stereo Dub,
Amazonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Green,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Standells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joy Division,
Grauzone,
Sun City Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Fat Boys,
The Cramps,
Sarah Menescal,
X-101,
John Holt,
the Soft Cell,
MC5,
Todd Terry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magazine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy,
Flipper,
The Five Americans,
Davy DMX,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Mills,
Animal Collective,
Surgeon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
the Normal,
ABBA,
Joey Negro,
Ronan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camouflage,
David Axelrod,
MDC,
UT,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.