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 Haiti and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 The Residents to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a marimba 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Blues Magoos,
Deepchord,
Chrome,
Neil Young,
The Names,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Moebius,
Fad Gadget,
Rufus Thomas,
Dennis Brown,
These Immortal Souls,
Michelle Simonal,
Cameo,
Soul II Soul,
Sixth Finger,
The Happenings,
La Düsseldorf,
Yaz,
The Blackbyrds,
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
EPMD,
Fela Kuti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Massinfluence,
Charles Mingus,
The J.B.'s,
X-101,
The Toasters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drexciya,
The Moody Blues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thee Headcoats,
One Last Wish,
Q and Not U,
Cybotron,
Roxette,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shoche,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Age Steppers,
Organ,
Dave Gahan,
The Fuzztones,
A Certain Ratio,
Anthony Braxton,
T.S.O.L.,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.