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 Chile and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quando Quango to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
Eli Mardock,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit,
The Grass Roots,
the Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cheater Slicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
The Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Yazoo,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxette,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fela Kuti,
Skarface,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
Tommy Roe,
The Blues Magoos,
The Motions,
Aural Exciters,
Oneida,
The Cure,
Guru Guru,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
Altered Images,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Tubeway Army,
David McCallum,
Lightning Bolt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Bourne,
Brick,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.