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 China and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Main Source to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Lou Reed,
Ludus,
Japan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Desert Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül,
Marc Almond,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q65,
Andrew Hill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
Michelle Simonal,
The Evens,
Howard Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Audionom,
Metal Thangz,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Intrusion,
Ronan,
The Fuzztones,
Sparks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang On A Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Khruangbin,
Peter & Gordon,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Sneak,
Second Layer,
Q and Not U,
Agent Orange,
the Human League,
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
Loose Ends,
Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Von Mondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.