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 Tajikistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pantytec to the disco 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
a-ha,
Hasil Adkins,
Dead Boys,
Moss Icon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange,
The Residents,
Man Parrish,
MDC,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Pussy Galore,
Tres Demented,
The Raincoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultra Naté,
David Bowie,
Al Stewart,
Minutemen,
The Young Rascals,
AZ,
The J.B.'s,
Interpol,
Negative Approach,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tommy Roe,
Audionom,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roger Hodgson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flipper,
cv313,
Sun City Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Quando Quango,
The Beau Brummels,
Second Layer,
EPMD,
Qualms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Hill,
The Red Krayola,
Black Pus,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rotary Connection,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.