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 Mali and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alphaville to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Basic Channel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oblivians,
Zero Boys,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
Monolake,
Neu!,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mojo Men,
Archie Shepp,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
Sarah Menescal,
Infiniti,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Slits,
Lou Reed,
Quantec,
Cameo,
Wings,
Audionom,
Agent Orange,
Trumans Water,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
The Move,
The Sound,
Cymande,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Isaac Hayes,
Outsiders,
The Names,
Television,
The Knickerbockers,
Morten Harket,
Barbara Tucker,
The Motions,
Can,
Buzzcocks,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
The Smoke,
This Heat,
Television Personalities,
The Velvet Underground,
Pagans,
Malaria!,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy,
KRS-One,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.