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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Star Department 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
K-Klass,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
D'Angelo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quantec,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smiths,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy,
Wings,
Anthony Braxton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Guru Guru,
The Evens,
Freddie Wadling,
Oneida,
The Blues Magoos,
Kas Product,
the Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Amazonics,
Buzzcocks,
The Misunderstood,
Deepchord,
Saccharine Trust,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
The Mojo Men,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Lynne,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Starr,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Qualms,
The Associates,
Franke,
Ponytail,
This Heat,
Ten City,
Duran Duran,
Lyres,
Gerry Rafferty,
Simply Red,
Barry Ungar,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories,
Prince Buster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.