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 Bhutan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sällskapet to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
New Order,
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
Scion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fela Kuti,
Zero Boys,
Max Romeo,
Guru Guru,
Jawbox,
Radio Birdman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Interpol,
Mantronix,
Alison Limerick,
Roxette,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-102,
Lindisfarne,
Arcadia,
Parry Music,
Crime,
Model 500,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
Little Man,
Theoretical Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rapeman,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxy Music,
Visage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tears for Fears,
Wings,
This Heat,
Sun Ra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Icehouse,
the Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pulsallama,
Television,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.