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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Moss Icon to the grunge 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Fall,
Sällskapet,
Au Pairs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amazonics,
Susan Cadogan,
The Music Machine,
DNA,
Young Marble Giants,
The Evens,
Moebius,
Dead Boys,
Nirvana,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
Slave,
Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young,
Ten City,
Wally Richardson,
Make Up,
Symarip,
Inner City,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Clarke,
the Normal,
Al Stewart,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
The Smoke,
Ronan,
FM Einheit,
Aural Exciters,
T. Rex,
U.S. Maple,
Sarah Menescal,
Anthony Braxton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Foxx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rod Modell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
Can,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
Peter and Kerry,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.