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 New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Peter and Kerry to the crunk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Michelle Simonal,
Supertramp,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
D'Angelo,
Todd Rundgren,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fortunes,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Model 500,
Gang Green,
Stetsasonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Nirvana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fear,
Aural Exciters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Flag,
June of 44,
Main Source,
The Slits,
The Names,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smoke,
The Real Kids,
The Fall,
Maurizio,
Connie Case,
The Barracudas,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Raincoats,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Fraelich,
Cymande,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
The Gun Club,
Los Fastidios,
Pagans,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Agent Orange,
The Techniques,
Make Up,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.