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 Sweden and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moebius to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cowsills,
Juan Atkins,
Max Romeo,
Quantec,
Minor Threat,
The Barracudas,
Heaven 17,
Dead Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
Boredoms,
Excepter,
Black Moon,
Fatback Band,
Hoover,
Schoolly D,
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Offenders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pussy Galore,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
Wire,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Trumans Water,
Albert Ayler,
Khruangbin,
the Slits,
L. Decosne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Joe Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ice-T,
Barbara Tucker,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
Motorama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arab on Radar,
The Toasters,
Radio Birdman,
Japan,
Blancmange,
Darondo,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.