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 Chad and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Theoretical Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
The Gories,
Q65,
LL Cool J,
China Crisis,
Harmonia,
Sällskapet,
Heaven 17,
The Remains,
Oblivians,
Freddie Wadling,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk,
Arthur Verocai,
Cybotron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Copeland,
Lindisfarne,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
Joy Division,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
Dawn Penn,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
OOIOO,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker,
The Happenings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
Second Layer,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Junior Murvin,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
Althea and Donna,
Dead Boys,
Robert Görl,
Ituana,
the Bar-Kays,
Interpol,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.