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 Somalia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Kurtis Blow to the funk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a rhodes 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
Wings,
Maurizio,
The Raincoats,
Scan 7,
Fugazi,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Bowie,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
Todd Terry,
Magazine,
Bauhaus,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
The Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cure,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
Technova,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camberwell Now,
Suicide,
Yaz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smiths,
Oblivians,
The Seeds,
June of 44,
Ten City,
Terry Callier,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
Nils Olav,
The Walker Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Babytalk,
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
Visage,
Ultravox,
The Toasters,
Eric Copeland,
Lucky Dragons,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.