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 Hungary and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Technova,
Zapp,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Eurythmics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Audionom,
Suicide,
The Techniques,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Darondo,
Man Parrish,
The New Christs,
Cheater Slicks,
Loose Ends,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monolake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
JFA,
Jeff Mills,
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Marmalade,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
Heaven 17,
One Last Wish,
Rosa Yemen,
Sex Pistols,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Christie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The American Breed,
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
Gang Starr,
The Star Department,
Boz Scaggs,
Camberwell Now,
Y Pants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grauzone,
LL Cool J,
The Divine Comedy,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Colin Newman,
The Happenings,
Juan Atkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Max Romeo,
Peter & Gordon,
Inner City,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.