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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Joensuu 1685 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Pagans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The American Breed,
Surgeon,
Todd Rundgren,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül II,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
cv313,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Sheep,
KRS-One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Flag,
Alison Limerick,
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rosa Yemen,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wings,
Easy Going,
Essential Logic,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Copeland,
Marine Girls,
Fatback Band,
Q65,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fugs,
Tres Demented,
Television,
Pylon,
Camouflage,
LL Cool J,
Grey Daturas,
Quantec,
Minutemen,
DJ Sneak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Schoolly D,
Marvin Gaye,
Pierre Henry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
Delta 5,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Toasters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.