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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Massinfluence to the disco 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All MC5 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez,
Rekid,
Idris Muhammad,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dave Gahan,
Section 25,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
AZ,
The Human League,
The American Breed,
Dual Sessions,
Maurizio,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bauhaus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Moon,
Robert Hood,
Brass Construction,
Minutemen,
The United States of America,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sight & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Qualms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Holt,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Machine,
The New Christs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Urselle,
The Leaves,
The Sonics,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
Index,
Josef K,
Janne Schatter,
David Bowie,
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Magma,
Roy Ayers,
Visage,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.