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 Honduras and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy Collins 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Althea and Donna,
Dark Day,
Whodini,
Deepchord,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
David McCallum,
Nick Fraelich,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Average White Band,
The Mummies,
Minutemen,
Dead Boys,
CMW,
Bootsy Collins,
Yaz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Infiniti,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Normal,
The Count Five,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
This Heat,
The Associates,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantytec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
Tears for Fears,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fear,
cv313,
Reuben Wilson,
Fad Gadget,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
Don Cherry,
The Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Janne Schatter,
The United States of America,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
Vladislav Delay,
The Golliwogs,
Jawbox,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.