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 Papua New Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare 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 The Five Americans to the grime 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
Interpol,
John Lydon,
Barrington Levy,
Flash Fearless,
MC5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
The Cramps,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
Agitation Free,
Das Ding,
The Stooges,
The Black Dice,
The Five Americans,
Mars,
Aswad,
Easy Going,
Kas Product,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Malaria!,
The Cowsills,
H. Thieme,
Michelle Simonal,
X-102,
Alice Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Intrusion,
Janne Schatter,
Skaos,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amazonics,
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Teasers,
Byron Stingily,
Boogie Down Productions,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash,
Essential Logic,
Chris & Cosey,
Half Japanese,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.