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 Liberia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roxy Music to the rock 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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Duran Duran,
Lyres,
Pierre Henry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput,
Suicide,
Con Funk Shun,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
Average White Band,
Stiv Bators,
Laurel Aitken,
Blossom Toes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Das Ding,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
Pere Ubu,
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Ituana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Urselle,
F. McDonald,
Bauhaus,
Hashim,
Derrick Morgan,
Tom Boy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Smooth,
Newcleus,
The Evens,
LL Cool J,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
Sight & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Skatalites,
Nik Kershaw,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
The Dead C,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
Scion,
Kayak,
CMW,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.