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 Latvia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABBA to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Y Pants,
a-ha,
Black Moon,
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
Rakim,
L. Decosne,
David McCallum,
T.S.O.L.,
Heaven 17,
the Normal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
cv313,
Scrapy,
Mandrill,
Average White Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
Von Mondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Negative Approach,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantytec,
Little Man,
Thee Headcoats,
Blossom Toes,
Ludus,
Mars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
Rosa Yemen,
Bush Tetras,
Visage,
Newcleus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
The Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Franke,
Tubeway Army,
Neu!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
Youth Brigade,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
K-Klass,
The Zeros,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.