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 Cuba and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moby Grape to the electroclash 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Wings,
Robert Görl,
Whodini,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Litter,
Bluetip,
June of 44,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Connie Case,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alphaville,
Main Source,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deadbeat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Byron Stingily,
Saccharine Trust,
kango's stein massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Nico,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spoonie Gee,
Anakelly,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
Skaos,
Delta 5,
The Happenings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Absolute Body Control,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reuben Wilson,
Massinfluence,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lightning Bolt,
Junior Murvin,
The Tremeloes,
The Sound,
Darondo,
Angry Samoans,
Warren Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Urselle,
Albert Ayler,
Television Personalities,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Enemy,
Subhumans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ice-T,
The Raincoats,
The Misunderstood,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.