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 Ethiopia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Porter Ricks to the techno 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Crispy Ambulance,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Görl,
Man Parrish,
Camouflage,
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Christie,
The Gories,
MC5,
X-101,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mission of Burma,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
Deakin,
Scratch Acid,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy Collins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
John Foxx,
Soul Sonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wings,
Crime,
Hasil Adkins,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
The Cramps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Hill,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fuzztones,
The Selecter,
Bobby Womack,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Connie Case,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
H. Thieme,
Nico,
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.