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 Nauru and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry's Kids,
Half Japanese,
The Offenders,
The Fuzztones,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
Alton Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Bourne,
Prince Buster,
Magazine,
The Litter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tres Demented,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Lou Christie,
Dawn Penn,
Theoretical Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Mr. Review,
Excepter,
Angry Samoans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox,
Bronski Beat,
Aswad,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
K-Klass,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Max Romeo,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
Altered Images,
Loose Ends,
X-102,
Agent Orange,
Echospace,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.