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 Luxembourg and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aural Exciters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Slackers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jandek,
Anthony Braxton,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Kayak,
Young Marble Giants,
Swell Maps,
Unwound,
The Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Sun Ra,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
The Raincoats,
Rod Modell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joey Negro,
Joyce Sims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Trojans,
Radiohead,
Marc Almond,
Warren Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Los Fastidios,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
Lower 48,
Television,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick Morgan,
the Slits,
Y Pants,
Jeff Mills,
the Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
La Düsseldorf,
The Knickerbockers,
The Associates,
The Birthday Party,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.