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 Liberia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Foxx to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Malaria!,
Al Stewart,
The Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
MDC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Model 500,
Au Pairs,
Lalann,
Morten Harket,
Laurel Aitken,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra,
Mantronix,
Easy Going,
The Move,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy Collins,
Minnie Riperton,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camberwell Now,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Hill,
the Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fear,
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
The Associates,
Main Source,
Peter and Kerry,
Ice-T,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jandek,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
10cc,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
AZ,
Kurtis Blow,
The Birthday Party,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.