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 Estonia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 ABC to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fela Kuti,
Arab on Radar,
Japan,
Delta 5,
Siglo XX,
Inner City,
Guru Guru,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Copeland,
Outsiders,
Curtis Mayfield,
PIL,
Kurtis Blow,
Nico,
Minnie Riperton,
Monolake,
The Red Krayola,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls,
The Cramps,
Al Stewart,
Scratch Acid,
Albert Ayler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angry Samoans,
Dave Gahan,
cv313,
Arthur Verocai,
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers,
the Slits,
Quadrant,
The New Christs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Happenings,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
Interpol,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
The Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Enemy,
Sällskapet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barbara Tucker,
New Order,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.