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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mandrill to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moody Blues,
The Real Kids,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
One Last Wish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crime,
Cybotron,
June of 44,
A Certain Ratio,
the Swans,
Oblivians,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rapeman,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter,
Faraquet,
Al Stewart,
Banda Bassotti,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Popol Vuh,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erykah Badu,
Tubeway Army,
Peter and Kerry,
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless,
Rotary Connection,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Hill,
Infiniti,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
Scratch Acid,
F. McDonald,
Ronnie Foster,
Archie Shepp,
Sound Behaviour,
Lightning Bolt,
The Move,
Wasted Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Hoover,
Ten City,
Lalann,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Machine,
The Fortunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monks,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.