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 Lebanon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cecil Taylor to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Aloha Tigers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
U.S. Maple,
The Vogues,
The Divine Comedy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
One Last Wish,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Görl,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
Minor Threat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Womack,
Alison Limerick,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxette,
Visage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Stereo Dub,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers,
The Count Five,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barrington Levy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
The Dirtbombs,
Connie Case,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites,
Howard Jones,
Q and Not U,
Pantaleimon,
The Red Krayola,
Juan Atkins,
Sandy B,
La Düsseldorf,
Fluxion,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.