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 East Timor and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Technova to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Subhumans,
The Invisible,
Josef K,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erykah Badu,
Graham Central Station,
The Birthday Party,
Judy Mowatt,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aural Exciters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Albert Ayler,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Zapp,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fugs,
Pagans,
Wasted Youth,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
Morten Harket,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sällskapet,
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Das Ding,
X-101,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
Rekid,
Wolf Eyes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fuzztones,
Warren Ellis,
Lalann,
Ituana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hasil Adkins,
Dave Gahan,
Section 25,
Gregory Isaacs,
B.T. Express,
Dawn Penn,
Aswad,
June of 44,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.