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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Essential Logic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang On A Can,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
Supertramp,
Second Layer,
Robert Görl,
The Skatalites,
The Dead C,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
Stereo Dub,
John Holt,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
Chrome,
Con Funk Shun,
Ten City,
Mars,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Searchers,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
Erasure,
Main Source,
Scientists,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick Morgan,
Quando Quango,
Albert Ayler,
OOIOO,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxette,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Star Department,
Derrick May,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rod Modell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Freddie Wadling,
T.S.O.L.,
Lungfish,
Audionom,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Green,
The Human League,
ABBA,
Marmalade,
Andrew Hill,
Donny Hathaway,
Babytalk,
Hardrive,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.