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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Graham Central Station to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Essential Logic,
Aswad,
Gong,
The Monks,
Deadbeat,
Procol Harum,
Rod Modell,
Bluetip,
Alison Limerick,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABBA,
B.T. Express,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sparks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erykah Badu,
Deepchord,
Robert Wyatt,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
Lyres,
Gang Green,
Model 500,
Pylon,
Scion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Davy DMX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Mills,
Outsiders,
Funky Four + One,
Crash Course in Science,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear,
Popol Vuh,
Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Peter & Gordon,
Zapp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
The Techniques,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
E-Dancer,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
Mark Hollis,
The Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.