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 Italy and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Prince Buster to the disco 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shoche,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
Ituana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boz Scaggs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mars,
Joe Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scratch Acid,
Tomorrow,
New Order,
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
the Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moby Grape,
Essential Logic,
Surgeon,
Fear,
Animal Collective,
The Star Department,
Technova,
Circle Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Harmonia,
The Names,
Wolf Eyes,
Vainqueur,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
Average White Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boredoms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rites of Spring,
The Fall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erasure,
Chrome,
Wasted Youth,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.