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 Pakistan and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chris Corsano to the jazz 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
Simply Red,
The Remains,
Infiniti,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Misunderstood,
Section 25,
Ornette Coleman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Accadde A,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Foxx,
Rapeman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joensuu 1685,
Ossler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Associates,
Gichy Dan,
Suburban Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Terrestrial Tones,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blossom Toes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rites of Spring,
U.S. Maple,
The Wake,
Interpol,
Roxy Music,
Harry Pussy,
The Knickerbockers,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
La Düsseldorf,
The Neon Judgement,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television Personalities,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boz Scaggs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
Q and Not U,
the Soft Cell,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.