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 Korea North and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Stiv Bators to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a 808 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Reagan Youth,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
The Pop Group,
Sugar Minott,
Average White Band,
World's Most,
Bauhaus,
The Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thee Headcoats,
10cc,
Visage,
The Smiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
The Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker,
June Days,
Nas,
Q65,
Amazonics,
Tom Boy,
The Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Judy Mowatt,
Erasure,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monochrome Set,
Davy DMX,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
The Fuzztones,
Brothers Johnson,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.