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 Ivory Coast and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bob Dylan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Finger,
Mandrill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Searchers,
Guru Guru,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Parry Music,
Mantronix,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Durutti Column,
Aloha Tigers,
T. Rex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-102,
Anakelly,
Andrew Hill,
The Zeros,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Intrusion,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Monolake,
Dark Day,
The Martian,
Ten City,
Deepchord,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
Marvin Gaye,
Hasil Adkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Bourne,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moleskins,
Patti Smith,
The Techniques,
Au Pairs,
The Pretty Things,
The Blackbyrds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.