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 Jamaica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Fear to the crunk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blackbyrds,
Spandau Ballet,
Rapeman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
R.M.O.,
Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
The Sound,
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Albert Ayler,
Intrusion,
Neil Young,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Guru Guru,
John Foxx,
Kayak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Dual Sessions,
Q65,
FM Einheit,
X-101,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fatback Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brick,
Mark Hollis,
Fluxion,
PIL,
Jawbox,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed,
Cluster,
Monolake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster,
Scrapy,
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented,
The Cowsills,
The Raincoats,
Sonic Youth,
Gong,
Soulsonic Force,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dead C,
The Trojans,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.