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 Ghana and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Outsiders to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar,
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
Outsiders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
Circle Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
Underground Resistance,
KRS-One,
Camouflage,
The Cure,
Minny Pops,
Lower 48,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barbara Tucker,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA,
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Womack,
Mission of Burma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Juan Atkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ice-T,
Dave Gahan,
The Offenders,
Television,
Chris & Cosey,
OOIOO,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronan,
Severed Heads,
The Blackbyrds,
Tres Demented,
Kurtis Blow,
The New Christs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Sherman,
John Holt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.