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 Seychelles and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Marmalade to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Joyce Sims,
Quadrant,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare,
Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dark Day,
Sun City Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
Cluster,
Wasted Youth,
Average White Band,
The Kinks,
Das Ding,
Donald Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blossom Toes,
Quantec,
New Order,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Deadbeat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
a-ha,
Metal Thangz,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Neon Judgement,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scrapy,
The Misunderstood,
Pylon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dead C,
Suburban Knight,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.