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 Brazil and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Japan to the techno 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brick,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wings,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Dolphy,
Scion,
The Move,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
The Standells,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Bourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yellowson,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
Eurythmics,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Alison Limerick,
Black Sheep,
Crime,
Ornette Coleman,
Albert Ayler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cybotron,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
Von Mondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Grey Daturas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jandek,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
JFA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
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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.