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 Ireland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Sonics to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Fat Boys,
Average White Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fluxion,
Audionom,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra,
Scan 7,
Fear,
Pagans,
Barbara Tucker,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Near,
Ornette Coleman,
Clear Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pole,
Ten City,
Mr. Review,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Scion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonic Youth,
the Association,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skaos,
Erasure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
La Düsseldorf,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echospace,
Make Up,
Unrelated Segments,
Visage,
Ponytail,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.