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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the funk 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a 808 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Scientists,
The Gap Band,
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television Personalities,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
The Five Americans,
The Slits,
Ossler,
Motorama,
Supertramp,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alphaville,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Holt,
June of 44,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Stooges,
Groovy Waters,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
E-Dancer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons,
The Count Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cluster,
Barry Ungar,
Moebius,
Niagra,
Max Romeo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Golliwogs,
The Mojo Men,
Marvin Gaye,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.