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 Maldives and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 JFA to the grime 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Hardrive,
Ten City,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alphaville,
Monks,
Erykah Badu,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
Flipper,
Electric Light Orchestra,
a-ha,
Quadrant,
A Certain Ratio,
Faraquet,
Parry Music,
The Leaves,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Urselle,
Section 25,
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
Porter Ricks,
Godley & Creme,
Pantaleimon,
Stereo Dub,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rekid,
The Durutti Column,
Dark Day,
Zapp,
Crime,
Mark Hollis,
Agent Orange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Grass Roots,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radio Birdman,
The Smiths,
The Five Americans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Starr,
June Days,
Marmalade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eve St. Jones,
Infiniti,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.