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 Lebanon and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jacques Brel 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
MC5,
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
Smog,
The Last Poets,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese,
Brick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
Adolescents,
Pierre Henry,
The Misunderstood,
Pole,
The Zeros,
KRS-One,
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June Days,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
Godley & Creme,
Monks,
Marine Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
Khruangbin,
Quadrant,
Crash Course in Science,
Yaz,
Nation of Ulysses,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Kurtis Blow,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boredoms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swans,
Cameo,
Kerri Chandler,
Nas,
Slave,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Barracudas,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.