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 Qatar and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Danielle Patucci,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moleskins,
the Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix,
Lebanon Hanover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
World's Most,
The Slits,
H. Thieme,
Sonic Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arcadia,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
FM Einheit,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Victims,
Swell Maps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gap Band,
Dennis Brown,
Ohio Players,
Rotary Connection,
Supertramp,
Hashim,
Animal Collective,
Shoche,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
Pylon,
Chris & Cosey,
The Saints,
Barrington Levy,
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
Icehouse,
UT,
E-Dancer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Sällskapet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Leonard Cohen,
Surgeon,
Lakeside,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.