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 Kosovo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Brand Nubian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cramps,
Moebius,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slick Rick,
B.T. Express,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric B and Rakim,
Japan,
The Motions,
Derrick May,
Ossler,
Tubeway Army,
Aloha Tigers,
The Martian,
Anthony Braxton,
Buzzcocks,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
U.S. Maple,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source,
Y Pants,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang of Four,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Pus,
Supertramp,
The Busters,
Icehouse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monolake,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin,
Visage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Jerry Gold Smith,
K-Klass,
Audionom,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
Aaron Thompson,
Bluetip,
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.