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 Swaziland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fat Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cramps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
Deadbeat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Chris Corsano,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Half Japanese,
The Red Krayola,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
Don Cherry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barrington Levy,
Cybotron,
The Count Five,
Country Teasers,
Black Sheep,
Robert Hood,
Slick Rick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alton Ellis,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gladiators,
Chris & Cosey,
The Birthday Party,
Buzzcocks,
JFA,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sister Nancy,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.