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 Oman 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 The Toasters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Warren Ellis,
the Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Slick Rick,
Kaleidoscope,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pylon,
Janne Schatter,
The Martian,
Faust,
Television Personalities,
Sam Rivers,
Lyres,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gichy Dan,
Connie Case,
Schoolly D,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Porter Ricks,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Neu!,
EPMD,
Kayak,
Bronski Beat,
Faraquet,
The Techniques,
The Fall,
K-Klass,
Aural Exciters,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moody Blues,
Cluster,
Marine Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gap Band,
Niagra,
Intrusion,
Andrew Hill,
Flash Fearless,
Wally Richardson,
Alphaville,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gories,
John Lydon,
Radiohead,
Arcadia,
Lakeside,
Tom Boy,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.