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 the UAE and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Isaac Hayes to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
DNA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monolake,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eli Mardock,
K-Klass,
Harmonia,
The Blackbyrds,
The Saints,
the Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Desert Stars,
Camouflage,
Man Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Agent Orange,
MC5,
The Gun Club,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Near,
Hardrive,
Swell Maps,
Ludus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Enemy,
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Archie Shepp,
The Index,
Funkadelic,
Pierre Henry,
Marmalade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arcadia,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vainqueur,
The Birthday Party,
Chris & Cosey,
Aaron Thompson,
Japan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
The New Christs,
EPMD,
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
David Axelrod,
Au Pairs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Motorama,
Black Sheep,
LL Cool J,
the Soft Cell,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.