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 Belarus and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jeff Lynne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Freddie Wadling,
AZ,
The Red Krayola,
Alton Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
DNA,
Joensuu 1685,
Marcia Griffiths,
Franke,
Crash Course in Science,
Skaos,
Sparks,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
10cc,
Second Layer,
Fluxion,
Blake Baxter,
The Associates,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultravox,
cv313,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
Cluster,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
Anthony Braxton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fuzztones,
Scan 7,
Crime,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris & Cosey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Minutemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Wake,
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-102,
Bill Wells,
Lindisfarne,
Intrusion,
Juan Atkins,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.