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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Pole to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Wake,
Eve St. Jones,
Masters at Work,
MC5,
Lower 48,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arab on Radar,
The Dead C,
Mars,
Soul II Soul,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quadrant,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lucky Dragons,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Leaves,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Teasers,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pierre Henry,
the Association,
Magma,
The Red Krayola,
One Last Wish,
Animal Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Byron Stingily,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
The Monks,
The Real Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
The Moleskins,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lakeside,
Soft Machine,
F. McDonald,
Letta Mbulu,
Brick,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Foxx,
Parry Music,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crime,
Prince Buster,
La Düsseldorf,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.