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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cosmic Jokers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a mellotron 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Lalann,
Radio Birdman,
F. McDonald,
Tubeway Army,
Kaleidoscope,
Hasil Adkins,
Siglo XX,
Youth Brigade,
The Monks,
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
Reagan Youth,
The Smoke,
Johnny Clarke,
Mission of Burma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Byron Stingily,
Monolake,
Sixth Finger,
Al Stewart,
Rotary Connection,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oneida,
Black Flag,
Camouflage,
Ronan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
Delta 5,
Eric Dolphy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Malaria!,
Joe Smooth,
The Move,
Masters at Work,
Parry Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Clear Light,
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker,
The Skatalites,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker,
The Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.