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 Romania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Crash Course in Science to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young,
Ossler,
David Axelrod,
DJ Style,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
Sonic Youth,
Ohio Players,
The Cure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lower 48,
Wings,
Section 25,
Nik Kershaw,
Eurythmics,
One Last Wish,
Easy Going,
The Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
Guru Guru,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Inner City,
PIL,
Steve Hackett,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
UT,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sound,
Von Mondo,
Nico,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
a-ha,
Sun City Girls,
Country Teasers,
Talk Talk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wire,
Camberwell Now,
ABC,
Index,
The Busters,
Mr. Review,
Donald Byrd,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.