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 El Salvador and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Neu! to the grime 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
John Coltrane,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Colin Newman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Khruangbin,
Q65,
Amazonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wings,
The United States of America,
Oblivians,
Bad Manners,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roger Hodgson,
Hoover,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tom Boy,
Marc Almond,
Erykah Badu,
Cymande,
New Order,
Juan Atkins,
Metal Thangz,
In Retrospect,
The Mummies,
Robert Wyatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
K-Klass,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
Das Ding,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Fraelich,
Letta Mbulu,
Nirvana,
New Age Steppers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Raincoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camberwell Now,
The Saints,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monochrome Set,
The Techniques,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.