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 Niger and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Detroit Cobras to the grime 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
DJ Style,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Severed Heads,
The New Christs,
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav,
Aaron Thompson,
Von Mondo,
Qualms,
Wasted Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Motorama,
Jeff Mills,
Stetsasonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Kurtis Blow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Grauzone,
Rotary Connection,
Zapp,
Interpol,
Siglo XX,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker,
Franke,
K-Klass,
Stereo Dub,
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
JFA,
Anakelly,
New Age Steppers,
Oblivians,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry's Kids,
EPMD,
June of 44,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.