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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Blancmange,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
Cybotron,
Anthony Braxton,
Sight & Sound,
Ultravox,
Negative Approach,
Ituana,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
Niagra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moebius,
Stetsasonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slick Rick,
H. Thieme,
John Foxx,
the Slits,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camberwell Now,
ABC,
Visage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dead Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Subhumans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
Man Parrish,
Lungfish,
Johnny Clarke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sarah Menescal,
Circle Jerks,
The Leaves,
Scion,
Kenny Larkin,
Surgeon,
Mars,
The Modern Lovers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
Harry Pussy,
The Blackbyrds,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lyres,
Terry Callier,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.