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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 David Axelrod to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The J.B.'s,
Erasure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sexual Harrassment,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry's Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Black Bananas,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
The Wake,
Danielle Patucci,
Dead Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
Talk Talk,
John Holt,
Ken Boothe,
The Busters,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Parry Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Hood,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
Eric B and Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Clear Light,
Swell Maps,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Rundgren,
Todd Terry,
Howard Jones,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deakin,
The Fugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
UT,
Flipper,
Gang Starr,
the Human League,
Panda Bear,
Iggy Pop,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.