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 Nauru and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Techniques to the techno 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Masters at Work,
Q65,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
The Wake,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Connie Case,
Fluxion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brand Nubian,
The Gun Club,
Brass Construction,
AZ,
Warren Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
The Fugs,
Sandy B,
ABBA,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barrington Levy,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yazoo,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida,
UT,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gap Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
Rufus Thomas,
Visage,
Royal Trux,
Porter Ricks,
Shuggie Otis,
Tears for Fears,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
Fort Wilson Riot,
10cc,
Pagans,
The Barracudas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Selecter,
Tommy Roe,
the Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kurtis Blow,
Soulsonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.