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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 kango's stein massive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 a harpsichord and a 808 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fuzztones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Depeche Mode,
Japan,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Saccharine Trust,
Wings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
H. Thieme,
John Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
MC5,
Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
Dead Boys,
Skarface,
Black Pus,
Monolake,
Soft Machine,
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
KRS-One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry's Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Half Japanese,
Cybotron,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
Davy DMX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Busters,
Nils Olav,
LL Cool J,
Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.