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 Iran and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin 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 Malaria! to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blake Baxter,
The Zeros,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
the Normal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Modern Lovers,
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronnie Foster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The New Christs,
The Tremeloes,
Jawbox,
Colin Newman,
Amazonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bronski Beat,
Rapeman,
Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Clarke,
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Bananas,
Freddie Wadling,
Cybotron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minor Threat,
The Saints,
Ossler,
Minnie Riperton,
Junior Murvin,
Unrelated Segments,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heaven 17,
Little Man,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
Sister Nancy,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Bourne,
Simply Red,
Gerry Rafferty,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.