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 Kazakhstan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
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 clarinet 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 Derrick Morgan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a mellotron 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
the Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Letta Mbulu,
Faraquet,
Monks,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Depeche Mode,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Marine Girls,
Von Mondo,
The United States of America,
The Toasters,
X-102,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
The Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
Warsaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
UT,
Blake Baxter,
Ultra Naté,
Radiohead,
Excepter,
Section 25,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smiths,
Roxette,
Kayak,
Kerri Chandler,
Moby Grape,
Crime,
The Fuzztones,
Eddi Front,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smoke,
The Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Motions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Bourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mummies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
Joensuu 1685,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shuggie Otis,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.