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 Albania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Parry Music to the punk 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris Corsano,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
Pole,
Unwound,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Byrd,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
Q65,
The Leaves,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sällskapet,
Circle Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Scan 7,
Goldenarms,
Reuben Wilson,
The United States of America,
Skarface,
Delta 5,
The Durutti Column,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
Moebius,
Joy Division,
The Smoke,
The Wake,
Bush Tetras,
Faust,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Skatalites,
Minutemen,
The Golliwogs,
Zero Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter and Kerry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
In Retrospect,
F. McDonald,
Aswad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
La Düsseldorf,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Godley & Creme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
Porter Ricks,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.