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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gil Scott Heron to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flash Fearless,
Thee Headcoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Au Pairs,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
Lungfish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Ken Boothe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Audionom,
Cluster,
The Grass Roots,
The Fuzztones,
Gang of Four,
Eli Mardock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camouflage,
The Wake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacques Brel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
Lightning Bolt,
Donald Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Terry Callier,
Jandek,
The Durutti Column,
Reuben Wilson,
Icehouse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne,
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Whodini,
Monks,
Malaria!,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.