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 Cambodia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Bootsy Collins to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang On A Can,
The Selecter,
New Age Steppers,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
Slick Rick,
Sällskapet,
DJ Sneak,
the Human League,
Avey Tare,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Motorama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wire,
The Gladiators,
Piero Umiliani,
Sixth Finger,
The Mummies,
Clear Light,
The Evens,
June of 44,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cramps,
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
The Cowsills,
Khruangbin,
Intrusion,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Banda Bassotti,
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Magma,
L. Decosne,
Scientists,
The Remains,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
Marvin Gaye,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxy Music,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Barry Ungar,
Davy DMX,
The Toasters,
La Düsseldorf,
Moby Grape,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oneida,
Pole,
Rod Modell,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.