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 Micronesia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crime to the grunge 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minor Threat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alphaville,
The Dead C,
Yaz,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Techniques,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
June Days,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Hood,
EPMD,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Carl Craig,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
X-Ray Spex,
Crooked Eye,
Groovy Waters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marine Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
The Last Poets,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ohio Players,
Joe Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Pus,
Pere Ubu,
The Toasters,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
Chris & Cosey,
John Coltrane,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
Surgeon,
Eurythmics,
Absolute Body Control,
Sugar Minott,
The Mojo Men,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.