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 Barbados and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Wells to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Morten Harket,
Japan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alison Limerick,
Los Fastidios,
Blake Baxter,
Popol Vuh,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Surgeon,
CMW,
Fugazi,
The Dead C,
Al Stewart,
Mantronix,
Max Romeo,
Ponytail,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
The United States of America,
Henry Cow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
Hashim,
Qualms,
Dual Sessions,
Buzzcocks,
the Sonics,
Make Up,
Fear,
Jawbox,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare,
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantytec,
Juan Atkins,
The Trojans,
Scratch Acid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
Visage,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Audionom,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.