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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Underground Resistance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Finger,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Golliwogs,
Hashim,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Barracudas,
Babytalk,
Byron Stingily,
Skriet,
Deadbeat,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Sneak,
Q65,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits,
Moss Icon,
Theoretical Girls,
Lungfish,
Jawbox,
Ossler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Subhumans,
Erykah Badu,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
The Fall,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
Whodini,
Sandy B,
Matthew Bourne,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
Junior Murvin,
Michelle Simonal,
Iggy Pop,
Throbbing Gristle,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.