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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the grunge 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Kinks,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp,
Rotary Connection,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grey Daturas,
Ohio Players,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
B.T. Express,
Hoover,
Mark Hollis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Model 500,
La Düsseldorf,
Lakeside,
Q65,
Scientists,
Icehouse,
Gang Starr,
Moss Icon,
Sixth Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Remains,
Barrington Levy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
Index,
UT,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Lynne,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Malaria!,
Scion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ten City,
David Axelrod,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacob Miller,
Minor Threat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Youth Brigade,
Khruangbin,
New York Dolls,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.