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 Georgia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Mummies to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Crime,
The Toasters,
Soulsonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Yellowson,
Ronan,
Sex Pistols,
John Holt,
Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Arcadia,
Blancmange,
Ronnie Foster,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minor Threat,
Thee Headcoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Iggy Pop,
Morten Harket,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
E-Dancer,
Franke,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young,
Blossom Toes,
The Sonics,
DJ Style,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
Index,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
Cymande,
Josef K,
Dark Day,
LL Cool J,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
The New Christs,
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Human League,
This Heat,
Marvin Gaye,
The J.B.'s,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.