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 Lesotho and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Minnie Riperton to the crunk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Organ,
Max Romeo,
the Human League,
Mantronix,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
Ice-T,
Soul II Soul,
Tres Demented,
The Fugs,
Skaos,
Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
Oneida,
Scientists,
Theoretical Girls,
Kayak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Index,
In Retrospect,
Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erasure,
Warsaw,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
X-101,
Davy DMX,
Rites of Spring,
The Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABBA,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
Television,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
Ornette Coleman,
Ohio Players,
Duran Duran,
Arab on Radar,
Whodini,
Joey Negro,
Little Man,
Tubeway Army,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.