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 Vietnam and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Peter and Kerry to the crunk 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
FM Einheit,
Black Pus,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Loose Ends,
Dorothy Ashby,
Steve Hackett,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
Lee Hazlewood,
Inner City,
Boz Scaggs,
Tom Boy,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxette,
Camouflage,
Motorama,
The Young Rascals,
The Beau Brummels,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moby Grape,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wolf Eyes,
MDC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Hood,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hardrive,
Scan 7,
Marmalade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marcia Griffiths,
LL Cool J,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
Soul II Soul,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.