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 Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar 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 OOIOO to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Smog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiopuhelimet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Deadbeat,
Tommy Roe,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
Scientists,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
Magma,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Victims,
Wings,
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Fad Gadget,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Görl,
Aloha Tigers,
The Barracudas,
Stetsasonic,
Desert Stars,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lungfish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Archie Shepp,
The Martian,
Quantec,
Von Mondo,
Pylon,
The Motions,
Erasure,
Joensuu 1685,
Jawbox,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeff Mills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Raincoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
Loose Ends,
Pantytec,
Deepchord,
Sonny Sharrock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.