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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 T.S.O.L. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Fat Boys,
Royal Trux,
the Swans,
One Last Wish,
Fear,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swans,
Scion,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kevin Saunderson,
Second Layer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moby Grape,
Brand Nubian,
The Blues Magoos,
Pulsallama,
Ossler,
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav,
John Cale,
Boredoms,
The Gap Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marmalade,
Alphaville,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rapeman,
Bronski Beat,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Red Krayola,
June of 44,
Swell Maps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mummies,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Wells,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Pussy Galore,
Shuggie Otis,
Aswad,
the Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.