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 Burkina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Scrapy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Audionom,
MDC,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pop Group,
Skaos,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
Charles Mingus,
The Divine Comedy,
The Barracudas,
The United States of America,
Dennis Brown,
The Velvet Underground,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
Unrelated Segments,
Boredoms,
Neu!,
The Dirtbombs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
Jandek,
Minutemen,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
the Germs,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
H. Thieme,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blossom Toes,
Adolescents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Rundgren,
Can,
Harmonia,
Deakin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
John Holt,
Whodini,
Mantronix,
LL Cool J,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Excepter,
Andrew Hill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.