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 Uruguay and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joe Smooth to the grime 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Patti Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
K-Klass,
Robert Wyatt,
Aaron Thompson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dirtbombs,
Grauzone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eurythmics,
Newcleus,
Technova,
Todd Terry,
Erykah Badu,
Lalann,
Scientists,
Jeff Mills,
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Depeche Mode,
Half Japanese,
Fear,
Joyce Sims,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerri Chandler,
Wally Richardson,
Agitation Free,
Pierre Henry,
Talk Talk,
Franke,
Eve St. Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
Qualms,
Lakeside,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
Sun Ra,
Television,
Whodini,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marmalade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crime,
Sun City Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.