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 Gambia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ten City to the rap 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a snare 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
X-101,
Robert Hood,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donald Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Fear,
Neil Young,
The Fugs,
Youth Brigade,
Marmalade,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Wells,
Darondo,
The Remains,
The Selecter,
Maurizio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oneida,
Colin Newman,
Juan Atkins,
The Toasters,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Almond,
Stetsasonic,
The Smoke,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
Lightning Bolt,
B.T. Express,
The Fortunes,
Zapp,
Excepter,
Fad Gadget,
Faraquet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warsaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Von Mondo,
Dawn Penn,
The Techniques,
Terry Callier,
10cc,
Brass Construction,
Blake Baxter,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Pus,
Todd Terry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Trumans Water,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.