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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sugar Minott to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Symarip,
The Wake,
Fela Kuti,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stereo Dub,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
EPMD,
The Dead C,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Essential Logic,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lindisfarne,
Oblivians,
Laurel Aitken,
Brick,
Steve Hackett,
The Black Dice,
Janne Schatter,
Quadrant,
Black Pus,
This Heat,
Leonard Cohen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme,
Piero Umiliani,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scrapy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Peter & Gordon,
New York Dolls,
Crime,
Blossom Toes,
The Cure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Easy Going,
Vladislav Delay,
Section 25,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
The Knickerbockers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Inner City,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Boredoms,
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
The Techniques,
Newcleus,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.