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 Brunei and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
Underground Resistance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eve St. Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Freddie Wadling,
Crash Course in Science,
Essential Logic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rotary Connection,
The Vogues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
Eric Dolphy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Connie Case,
Mark Hollis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Görl,
Newcleus,
Bauhaus,
Wire,
X-Ray Spex,
Moss Icon,
The Tremeloes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marvin Gaye,
The Modern Lovers,
Fluxion,
Malaria!,
Peter & Gordon,
Brand Nubian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Motions,
the Germs,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
June of 44,
The Offenders,
The Dead C,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.