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 Syria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 The Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers 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 techno 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 an organ and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Franke,
Davy DMX,
Ronan,
Hasil Adkins,
Mars,
Faraquet,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Residents,
The Doors,
Tim Buckley,
Altered Images,
Eric Dolphy,
Fat Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Modern Lovers,
DNA,
Index,
Junior Murvin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Lower 48,
Intrusion,
Wolf Eyes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
Matthew Bourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television,
UT,
Second Layer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deepchord,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Sandy B,
FM Einheit,
These Immortal Souls,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.