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 Monaco and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 a-ha to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
E-Dancer,
The Fugs,
Mo-Dettes,
The Divine Comedy,
Cecil Taylor,
Scrapy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
cv313,
Hashim,
Reagan Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Colin Newman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter & Gordon,
Minny Pops,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Offenders,
David Bowie,
Zero Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
Lalann,
Infiniti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Guru Guru,
Fatback Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Funkadelic,
MC5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mars,
Bill Wells,
Heaven 17,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sandy B,
Roxy Music,
Slick Rick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Davy DMX,
Maurizio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Scan 7,
Lindisfarne,
Warren Ellis,
Rod Modell,
The Wake,
Ossler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.