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 Lesotho and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Todd Rundgren to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 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?
Robert Görl,
Tom Boy,
Porter Ricks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
La Düsseldorf,
Skriet,
Quando Quango,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Aural Exciters,
Jacob Miller,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
Goldenarms,
The Pretty Things,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players,
Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Television Personalities,
Panda Bear,
Yazoo,
Quadrant,
Flash Fearless,
Cameo,
The Techniques,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
The Fall,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
New Order,
Dead Boys,
Soft Machine,
Tres Demented,
Derrick May,
The Blackbyrds,
The Index,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
the Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Subhumans,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.