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 Cape Verde and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joey Negro to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson,
DJ Style,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Surgeon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dawn Penn,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs,
Black Pus,
The Victims,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris & Cosey,
Motorama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liliput,
China Crisis,
Nirvana,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Cal Tjader,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
Joy Division,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Chrome,
Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Wyatt,
Rakim,
Organ,
Pantaleimon,
Soulsonic Force,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.