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 Jamaica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dirtbombs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
Patti Smith,
Cameo,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
Babytalk,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed,
Depeche Mode,
Q65,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
Soft Machine,
Sparks,
Barbara Tucker,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echospace,
the Normal,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
Organ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erasure,
Charles Mingus,
Rapeman,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
Crime,
D'Angelo,
China Crisis,
Stereo Dub,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minnie Riperton,
K-Klass,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television,
U.S. Maple,
Monks,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Davy DMX,
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.