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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Trumans Water to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Y Pants,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
Skarface,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Christie,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
MC5,
Roy Ayers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harpers Bizarre,
China Crisis,
the Association,
Brick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
Sällskapet,
Scrapy,
Duran Duran,
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One,
Yellowson,
AZ,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Evens,
The Stooges,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Neon Judgement,
Oneida,
John Foxx,
Average White Band,
The Music Machine,
Ten City,
The Dirtbombs,
Sam Rivers,
Ultravox,
Hardrive,
Piero Umiliani,
Moss Icon,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Dolphy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faust,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.