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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 the Swans to the funk 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Junior Murvin,
Skaos,
Michelle Simonal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sight & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
Gabor Szabo,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Youth Brigade,
Saccharine Trust,
Main Source,
Mo-Dettes,
Japan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Wells,
June of 44,
Trumans Water,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mission of Burma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
B.T. Express,
Lindisfarne,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rufus Thomas,
Eurythmics,
Animal Collective,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
The Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
Iggy Pop,
X-102,
Juan Atkins,
Carl Craig,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Talk Talk,
Amazonics,
The Moody Blues,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
Radio Birdman,
Glenn Branca,
Joy Division,
Can,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.