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 Argentina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aural Exciters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siglo XX,
Mandrill,
Flipper,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
Agent Orange,
John Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erykah Badu,
Stiv Bators,
Wings,
Zero Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marine Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gun Club,
Ronan,
Whodini,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
Tubeway Army,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
Pulsallama,
The Knickerbockers,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiohead,
Vladislav Delay,
Clear Light,
Model 500,
Angry Samoans,
Nas,
Terry Callier,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Christie,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.