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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
Rotary Connection,
The Young Rascals,
These Immortal Souls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultra Naté,
Wings,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pretty Things,
Girls At Our Best!,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
Patti Smith,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
Animal Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiopuhelimet,
F. McDonald,
Scientists,
Fat Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
Colin Newman,
Erasure,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Barracudas,
Babytalk,
Fatback Band,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
Dawn Penn,
Brass Construction,
Bang On A Can,
June of 44,
Crispian St. Peters,
AZ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed,
Delta 5,
Mr. Review,
Joe Smooth,
The Busters,
Boredoms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül II,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.