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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Juan Atkins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harpers Bizarre,
LL Cool J,
Adolescents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
The Red Krayola,
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
The Dead C,
Q and Not U,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
Index,
Leonard Cohen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultra Naté,
The Pretty Things,
Marvin Gaye,
The Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry,
The Leaves,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sonics,
Josef K,
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Copeland,
Man Parrish,
Monolake,
Lyres,
The Trojans,
The Happenings,
Electric Prunes,
MC5,
The Searchers,
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
The Selecter,
Spoonie Gee,
Stereo Dub,
Vainqueur,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
Soul II Soul,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faust,
Nico,
Pantaleimon,
Crash Course in Science,
Duran Duran,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
OOIOO,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.