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 Argentina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Schoolly D to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Sandy B,
Sparks,
Masters at Work,
World's Most,
Blossom Toes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Five Americans,
Interpol,
the Normal,
Slave,
Visage,
Dark Day,
Youth Brigade,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantytec,
The Kinks,
DJ Sneak,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Beau Brummels,
Rites of Spring,
Lyres,
Kurtis Blow,
Flash Fearless,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cure,
Amon Düül,
Monks,
Wally Richardson,
The Dead C,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultravox,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Charles Mingus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skarface,
Marine Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mr. Review,
the Bar-Kays,
Yellowson,
The Knickerbockers,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
Country Teasers,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.