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 Gabon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aloha Tigers to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
Symarip,
Pylon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minnie Riperton,
Nico,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Near,
Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Erasure,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
Joensuu 1685,
Michelle Simonal,
Severed Heads,
Excepter,
F. McDonald,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slave,
Arcadia,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Charles Mingus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amazonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Litter,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
B.T. Express,
Pole,
Lindisfarne,
Khruangbin,
Kenny Larkin,
The Busters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
Television Personalities,
Youth Brigade,
The Fall,
the Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.