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 Monaco and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a sitar 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Doors,
Blake Baxter,
Wings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Connie Case,
Bauhaus,
Tears for Fears,
ABC,
Fugazi,
The Birthday Party,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantaleimon,
Zapp,
Ten City,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters,
Jacques Brel,
Dead Boys,
Hoover,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Alphaville,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
The Neon Judgement,
the Slits,
Ludus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Robert Hood,
MDC,
Cluster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marmalade,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
Gang of Four,
Quantec,
Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.