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 Dominica and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David McCallum to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
Joey Negro,
Fela Kuti,
Sällskapet,
Piero Umiliani,
the Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Human League,
T. Rex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
Chris Corsano,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chrome,
Ultravox,
Surgeon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
The Mummies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moebius,
The Happenings,
Spoonie Gee,
Sarah Menescal,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
Pole,
The Zeros,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
Quantec,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
Alison Limerick,
Quando Quango,
Robert Hood,
Pagans,
Nas,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
Wasted Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Faust,
The Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.