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 Qatar and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Byron Stingily to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
the Human League,
Nirvana,
Rapeman,
ABC,
Shuggie Otis,
Vladislav Delay,
Patti Smith,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aaron Thompson,
Wally Richardson,
The Young Rascals,
The Beau Brummels,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Wells,
Severed Heads,
Rites of Spring,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Half Japanese,
Porter Ricks,
DNA,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
The Motions,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantaleimon,
MC5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echospace,
CMW,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
The Birthday Party,
Yazoo,
Kenny Larkin,
Inner City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Skatalites,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television Personalities,
A Certain Ratio,
Bauhaus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
Roxy Music,
Black Flag,
Johnny Clarke,
Maleditus Sound,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.