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 Iceland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Shoche to the grime 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Prince Buster,
Thompson Twins,
Pussy Galore,
The Smoke,
Erykah Badu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter & Gordon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nirvana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxy Music,
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos,
10cc,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vladislav Delay,
KRS-One,
Boz Scaggs,
X-101,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
Loose Ends,
Blake Baxter,
Dawn Penn,
Altered Images,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Sheep,
Lebanon Hanover,
Goldenarms,
X-Ray Spex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mandrill,
Cluster,
Ten City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Associates,
Ludus,
The Music Machine,
David Axelrod,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Mills,
Anakelly,
Tubeway Army,
The Martian,
Black Pus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Porter Ricks,
EPMD,
Infiniti,
Bobby Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Skaos,
Flash Fearless,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.