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 Vanuatu and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aaron Thompson to the electroclash 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Blackbyrds,
H. Thieme,
Eddi Front,
The Moody Blues,
Arthur Verocai,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alphaville,
Qualms,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camouflage,
Unwound,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt,
Sparks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Kinks,
The Standells,
Patti Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brothers Johnson,
Lungfish,
Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Steve Hackett,
The Fall,
Liliput,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra,
Reagan Youth,
Adolescents,
Brick,
Heaven 17,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
Khruangbin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deadbeat,
Crash Course in Science,
Clear Light,
Japan,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
cv313,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantytec,
Basic Channel,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays,
Tim Buckley,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.