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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Khruangbin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spandau Ballet,
Lower 48,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Josef K,
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
The Martian,
Don Cherry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Graham Central Station,
Guru Guru,
Interpol,
Andrew Hill,
Mars,
The Red Krayola,
The Slackers,
Pulsallama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deepchord,
Joey Negro,
Roxy Music,
The Vogues,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Royal Trux,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
The Fall,
Todd Terry,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Janne Schatter,
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
Cymande,
Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.