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 Laos and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kaleidoscope to the rock 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric B and Rakim,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cure,
Neil Young,
The Toasters,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra,
Connie Case,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
Icehouse,
The Black Dice,
Alison Limerick,
The Gap Band,
a-ha,
the Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thee Headcoats,
Japan,
Darondo,
Zapp,
Bluetip,
Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Neu!,
Tommy Roe,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
Erasure,
Mad Mike,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Misunderstood,
The Music Machine,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Almond,
Cameo,
Alphaville,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.