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 Yemen and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Soul Sonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Spoonie Gee,
Absolute Body Control,
Hoover,
Eve St. Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tubeway Army,
World's Most,
Kenny Larkin,
R.M.O.,
Blossom Toes,
Whodini,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
Crooked Eye,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Lydon,
Don Cherry,
The Gories,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aaron Thompson,
Mad Mike,
the Bar-Kays,
June of 44,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Easy Going,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
Urselle,
Glenn Branca,
Banda Bassotti,
the Germs,
Groovy Waters,
Scion,
Pere Ubu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun City Girls,
X-102,
The Smiths,
Hardrive,
Camouflage,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül II,
Outsiders,
The Cramps,
Morten Harket,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Style,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.