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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Whodini to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Stooges,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
Gabor Szabo,
Carl Craig,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
Chris & Cosey,
Ornette Coleman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
a-ha,
Wings,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Style,
Newcleus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Connie Case,
Iggy Pop,
R.M.O.,
The Techniques,
Schoolly D,
Boogie Down Productions,
Toni Rubio,
Max Romeo,
Brick,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cameo,
Gong,
Bobby Womack,
Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Rundgren,
Pagans,
The Tremeloes,
Black Sheep,
John Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doors,
Roxette,
The Skatalites,
the Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
B.T. Express,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.