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 Canada and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Roxy Music to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
Archie Shepp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sex Pistols,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Smog,
Pagans,
Main Source,
Visage,
Jerry's Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Zeros,
Tres Demented,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joyce Sims,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals,
The Gun Club,
Crooked Eye,
Aaron Thompson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
Terry Callier,
Silicon Teens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Golliwogs,
The United States of America,
June Days,
Jacques Brel,
Altered Images,
Buzzcocks,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wings,
Delta 5,
Oblivians,
Index,
Pylon,
Au Pairs,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joey Negro,
One Last Wish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gladiators,
The Red Krayola,
LL Cool J,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.