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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jandek to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Byron Stingily,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funkadelic,
Bill Wells,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crime,
Eli Mardock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Lynne,
Hashim,
OOIOO,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
Simply Red,
Radiopuhelimet,
China Crisis,
Josef K,
Althea and Donna,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Urselle,
Quadrant,
Eric Dolphy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Pus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Hood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rakim,
Scrapy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
Scratch Acid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Audionom,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
Bobby Sherman,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.