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 Costa Rica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Crash Course in Science to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
Marvin Gaye,
Skriet,
Blossom Toes,
ABBA,
Cymande,
Nas,
Lyres,
Cal Tjader,
Zapp,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
One Last Wish,
Magma,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacques Brel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
the Slits,
The Victims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Los Fastidios,
Spoonie Gee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry,
Cheater Slicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Altered Images,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
Liliput,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacob Miller,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swell Maps,
Max Romeo,
Fad Gadget,
Piero Umiliani,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronan,
Procol Harum,
Sex Pistols,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.