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 France and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Terry Callier to the grunge 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Con Funk Shun,
Sight & Sound,
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Pus,
Howard Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Qualms,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
Organ,
Minnie Riperton,
Camouflage,
Visage,
Von Mondo,
World's Most,
Lower 48,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Copeland,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Bourne,
Dave Gahan,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
Altered Images,
Bauhaus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rekid,
Joy Division,
Neil Young,
Isaac Hayes,
Shuggie Otis,
Danielle Patucci,
Eve St. Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Black Sheep,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Babytalk,
Fela Kuti,
Swell Maps,
Lindisfarne,
the Normal,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Flag,
These Immortal Souls,
Mr. Review,
Fad Gadget,
Man Parrish,
Gong,
Sister Nancy,
The Misunderstood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.