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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cybotron to the techno 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
Fela Kuti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nirvana,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bronski Beat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cluster,
Michelle Simonal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barry Ungar,
Henry Cow,
Von Mondo,
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
Public Image Ltd.,
La Düsseldorf,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things,
Dave Gahan,
Minutemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABC,
Chrome,
Y Pants,
Junior Murvin,
Interpol,
The Kinks,
Lakeside,
X-102,
The Tremeloes,
Basic Channel,
The Real Kids,
Skarface,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stetsasonic,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Mills,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.