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 Bolivia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Sao Paulo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Slackers to the disco 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
10cc,
Black Bananas,
Heaven 17,
James White and The Blacks,
Livin' Joy,
Joensuu 1685,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pretty Things,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Main Source,
T. Rex,
UT,
David Bowie,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
Ituana,
Index,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Copeland,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon,
The Leaves,
Trumans Water,
Gang Green,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skarface,
Anakelly,
Eric Dolphy,
La Düsseldorf,
Dave Gahan,
the Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moody Blues,
E-Dancer,
Albert Ayler,
Yaz,
The Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fall,
The Raincoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Interpol,
Man Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül II,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.