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 Bangladesh and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Con Funk Shun to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Albert Ayler,
The Fugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
Pantytec,
Robert Görl,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Boredoms,
Metal Thangz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Music Machine,
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Lebanon Hanover,
KRS-One,
Flipper,
Aural Exciters,
Little Man,
Whodini,
Heaven 17,
Model 500,
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Foxx,
Chris & Cosey,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Intrusion,
the Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.