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 Macedonia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
the Soft Cell,
Lyres,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Wire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fear,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Osbourne,
Subhumans,
Lungfish,
the Germs,
Eric Copeland,
Quadrant,
Aswad,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
Crash Course in Science,
Groovy Waters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
One Last Wish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Colin Newman,
L. Decosne,
The Divine Comedy,
Scratch Acid,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minny Pops,
Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Enemy,
Pole,
Joensuu 1685,
Cluster,
Pylon,
Harmonia,
Pussy Galore,
The Wake,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
Yaz,
Kaleidoscope,
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
China Crisis,
The Count Five,
John Cale,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.