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 Guyana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 MC5 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Parry Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moebius,
Ludus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doors,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
Juan Atkins,
Grauzone,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
Silicon Teens,
Cal Tjader,
Hardrive,
Cymande,
The Moleskins,
Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike,
Lou Christie,
The American Breed,
Scrapy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Monolake,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Intrusion,
Warren Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Rufus Thomas,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.