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 Sudan and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grunge 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia,
Parry Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin,
Siglo XX,
The Human League,
Morten Harket,
Colin Newman,
Camouflage,
Audionom,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
Ludus,
Tubeway Army,
Sex Pistols,
Basic Channel,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magma,
Gang of Four,
a-ha,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yaz,
The Evens,
Surgeon,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
Black Moon,
Joensuu 1685,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
The Toasters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aloha Tigers,
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Saints,
Arcadia,
Swans,
Deadbeat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
In Retrospect,
Harry Pussy,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.