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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Misunderstood,
T. Rex,
Roxy Music,
Sight & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
The Real Kids,
Crime,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
Eurythmics,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crash Course in Science,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wings,
Mo-Dettes,
CMW,
Gabor Szabo,
Khruangbin,
Rufus Thomas,
Bauhaus,
Erykah Badu,
Marine Girls,
Severed Heads,
DJ Sneak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
Iggy Pop,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
L. Decosne,
Piero Umiliani,
The Divine Comedy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stiv Bators,
Shoche,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Althea and Donna,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
Half Japanese,
Ice-T,
Arab on Radar,
Harry Pussy,
Jandek,
Bush Tetras,
Skarface,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.