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 Oman and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Todd Rundgren to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Young Marble Giants,
Television,
Magazine,
Loose Ends,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fatback Band,
New Order,
Prince Buster,
Toni Rubio,
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tears for Fears,
Sister Nancy,
Skaos,
Wire,
Maleditus Sound,
John Foxx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wings,
Motorama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
Thee Headcoats,
Glenn Branca,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
Dave Gahan,
Barrington Levy,
Hoover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hot Snakes,
Arthur Verocai,
Popol Vuh,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Section 25,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
Heaven 17,
the Sonics,
Mars,
The Litter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultra Naté,
Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps,
Barry Ungar,
The Blackbyrds,
Flipper,
Jerry's Kids,
Quantec,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.