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 Kenya and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Cluster to the funk 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
One Last Wish,
Kaleidoscope,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Motorama,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
Malaria!,
cv313,
The Remains,
Reagan Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nico,
Urselle,
Surgeon,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cal Tjader,
Shoche,
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bauhaus,
Make Up,
Groovy Waters,
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry's Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Average White Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Guru Guru,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fluxion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Agent Orange,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare,
Negative Approach,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
Country Teasers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cymande,
Gang of Four,
JFA,
The Grass Roots,
a-ha,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.