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 Costa Rica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
One Last Wish,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hasil Adkins,
Franke,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
The Raincoats,
Nirvana,
Don Cherry,
ABC,
The Remains,
Pantaleimon,
The Move,
KRS-One,
Basic Channel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Little Man,
Soulsonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Bowie,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Qualms,
Moby Grape,
June Days,
Bobby Hutcherson,
World's Most,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eve St. Jones,
Altered Images,
Warsaw,
Scrapy,
the Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
David McCallum,
The Blackbyrds,
Severed Heads,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sparks,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.