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 Libya and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Real Kids to the funk 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
ABC,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Hutcherson,
K-Klass,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Pus,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
Severed Heads,
The Sonics,
Liliput,
Lalann,
Lou Christie,
Skarface,
The Victims,
Alison Limerick,
Maleditus Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
Model 500,
Roger Hodgson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Teasers,
Trumans Water,
Marcia Griffiths,
Supertramp,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
X-102,
Ohio Players,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Tremeloes,
Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
Excepter,
The Fortunes,
Fela Kuti,
Scientists,
Black Bananas,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Archie Shepp,
The Raincoats,
The Golliwogs,
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
The Sound,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.