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 Turkmenistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 The Invisible to the crunk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magma,
Prince Buster,
Cybotron,
Alison Limerick,
Danielle Patucci,
Sight & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Germs,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
Yazoo,
Blake Baxter,
Monks,
Pere Ubu,
John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
La Düsseldorf,
Freddie Wadling,
Josef K,
Alton Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
The Count Five,
Duran Duran,
Khruangbin,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
The Saints,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Associates,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Knickerbockers,
the Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Suburban Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Main Source,
Trumans Water,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anthony Braxton,
Fugazi,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.