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 Belize and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiohead to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
the Slits,
The Gun Club,
Saccharine Trust,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül II,
Crash Course in Science,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shoche,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
In Retrospect,
The Star Department,
Skaos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
Angry Samoans,
Anthony Braxton,
The Happenings,
The Blackbyrds,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
Infiniti,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
Howard Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fugs,
Oblivians,
The Kinks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yusef Lateef,
Piero Umiliani,
Sällskapet,
Babytalk,
The New Christs,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed,
The Raincoats,
JFA,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Fraelich,
Tom Boy,
Ultra Naté,
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
Kurtis Blow,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lungfish,
Tommy Roe,
Hardrive,
Sun City Girls,
Jacques Brel,
The Human League,
Deakin,
Al Stewart,
Panda Bear,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.