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 Malawi and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Durutti Column to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Nas,
The Gories,
Au Pairs,
Gang of Four,
Ituana,
John Lydon,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Wells,
Organ,
Swell Maps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Terry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
Black Bananas,
The Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swans,
Mantronix,
Sam Rivers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Prince Buster,
The Raincoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Susan Cadogan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moody Blues,
The Human League,
Tres Demented,
CMW,
Gichy Dan,
David Bowie,
New Age Steppers,
Albert Ayler,
the Normal,
Pulsallama,
Derrick Morgan,
Can,
The Vogues,
ABC,
Wally Richardson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Underground Resistance,
The Birthday Party,
Lucky Dragons,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White 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.