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 Egypt and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dorothy Ashby to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Shoche,
Bush Tetras,
Minor Threat,
Q and Not U,
Groovy Waters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
Terrestrial Tones,
Isaac Hayes,
Accadde A,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
the Association,
Black Flag,
The Standells,
The Gap Band,
Hardrive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slick Rick,
Deepchord,
Fatback Band,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra,
The Blues Magoos,
Juan Atkins,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Patti Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Marine Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
Sarah Menescal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
EPMD,
Bill Near,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
Make Up,
Ituana,
Skaos,
Subhumans,
Lakeside,
Camouflage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Parry Music,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Animal Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.