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 Botswana and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and an organ 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Nick Fraelich,
Gong,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Remains,
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
Bobby Byrd,
World's Most,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slits,
Cymande,
Man Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lungfish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
Scrapy,
the Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Interpol,
Supertramp,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick Morgan,
Young Marble Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
Chris Corsano,
F. McDonald,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonic Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Green,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The United States of America,
The Human League,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.