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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 The Gladiators to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moebius,
The American Breed,
Yaz,
Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
China Crisis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
Black Sheep,
Radio Birdman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Depeche Mode,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
Gang of Four,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Youth Brigade,
The J.B.'s,
Alice Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Niagra,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
The Flesh Eaters,
World's Most,
Tommy Roe,
the Slits,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Essential Logic,
Franke,
Boz Scaggs,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.