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 Ghana and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lungfish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers,
Agent Orange,
Bronski Beat,
Clear Light,
Yaz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters,
Sparks,
Lou Christie,
Chris & Cosey,
Intrusion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Lydon,
The Victims,
Motorama,
Stereo Dub,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Finger,
Schoolly D,
Soulsonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set,
Sixth Finger,
Adolescents,
Anakelly,
Bush Tetras,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young,
Skriet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Dorothy Ashby,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flipper,
A Certain Ratio,
Graham Central Station,
Crash Course in Science,
The Red Krayola,
The Gories,
Carl Craig,
Zapp,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalann,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.