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 Palau and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Tres Demented to the techno 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 an organ and a linndrum 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes,
Susan Cadogan,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Althea and Donna,
The Pop Group,
Second Layer,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Junior Murvin,
Harmonia,
Fluxion,
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Average White Band,
Depeche Mode,
Au Pairs,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Sherman,
The Raincoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mummies,
The Walker Brothers,
Ossler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Schoolly D,
The Evens,
Accadde A,
Judy Mowatt,
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aloha Tigers,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
Glenn Branca,
Pierre Henry,
Pantytec,
10cc,
Joy Division,
Audionom,
Thompson Twins,
A Certain Ratio,
Morten Harket,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.