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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Mantronix to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Clear Light,
10cc,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Parry Music,
Sight & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
Dead Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
The Misunderstood,
Gabor Szabo,
Franke,
Sandy B,
T.S.O.L.,
Flipper,
F. McDonald,
Lalann,
The Beau Brummels,
the Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Toni Rubio,
Wasted Youth,
Intrusion,
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cramps,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Surgeon,
Talk Talk,
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ice-T,
The Five Americans,
Young Marble Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Vainqueur,
The Mummies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Order,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Eating Sloth,
Loose Ends,
Pole,
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.