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 Afghanistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lou Reed to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Black Flag,
Neu!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deepchord,
Q and Not U,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
Zapp,
Talk Talk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Buzzcocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Make Up,
The Mojo Men,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
Joe Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
The Stooges,
a-ha,
The Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
Skarface,
Ossler,
The Fortunes,
The Barracudas,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Whodini,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
Vainqueur,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
the Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slits,
Anakelly,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.