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 Botswana and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Patti Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Lindisfarne,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
Blossom Toes,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rekid,
Sarah Menescal,
Rod Modell,
The Residents,
The Blackbyrds,
Junior Murvin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Sheep,
UT,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pere Ubu,
Tropical Tobacco,
DNA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moebius,
Grauzone,
Metal Thangz,
Rites of Spring,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantytec,
The Durutti Column,
Scrapy,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Near,
Scan 7,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Smooth,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harpers Bizarre,
OOIOO,
48th St. Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Ultravox,
Index,
Amon Düül,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rufus Thomas,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
The J.B.'s,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.