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 Lebanon and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Sonics to the rap 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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Camberwell Now,
Unrelated Segments,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aural Exciters,
Excepter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Names,
the Association,
The Kinks,
The Selecter,
Audionom,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
Los Fastidios,
The Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Young Rascals,
Roxette,
Radio Birdman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mary Jane Girls,
Whodini,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs,
Black Bananas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Juan Atkins,
The Doors,
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-102,
The Wake,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
The Fugs,
Fluxion,
The Searchers,
Scrapy,
Peter and Kerry,
Dennis Brown,
E-Dancer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vladislav Delay,
Metal Thangz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
Harry Pussy,
Schoolly D,
Flipper,
The Pop Group,
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.