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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Gories to the techno 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Easy Going,
The Happenings,
Eric Copeland,
CMW,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Television Personalities,
The Gap Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Con Funk Shun,
Hashim,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
Gang Starr,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
Matthew Bourne,
Main Source,
Unwound,
Scratch Acid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bluetip,
The Gories,
Arcadia,
The Associates,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
Lindisfarne,
Das Ding,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Bang On A Can,
June of 44,
Isaac Hayes,
Magma,
Cecil Taylor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chrome,
Stiv Bators,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiohead,
Khruangbin,
Dennis Brown,
David Bowie,
Maleditus Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
Joensuu 1685,
Ohio Players,
Agent Orange,
Kayak,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.