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 Russia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Pylon to the jazz 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moody Blues,
Hardrive,
Organ,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Knickerbockers,
Mandrill,
Nick Fraelich,
The Flesh Eaters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
Fela Kuti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
EPMD,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
Sonic Youth,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
Guru Guru,
Liliput,
The Victims,
Radiohead,
Pulsallama,
Magazine,
Scratch Acid,
kango's stein massive,
Ituana,
Iggy Pop,
PIL,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
The Blues Magoos,
U.S. Maple,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monks,
The Remains,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Standells,
Spandau Ballet,
Ponytail,
Black Moon,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
Television,
The Fall,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Panda Bear,
Max Romeo,
Gichy Dan,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.