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 Montenegro and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Association to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Talk Talk,
Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Laurel Aitken,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sandy B,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moby Grape,
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
Niagra,
Kas Product,
Jeff Mills,
The Martian,
The Modern Lovers,
Thee Headcoats,
the Normal,
The Doors,
Bluetip,
Bauhaus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Section 25,
Neu!,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ten City,
Flipper,
The Fuzztones,
Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad,
Yazoo,
Joey Negro,
The Divine Comedy,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eve St. Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Moon,
Rod Modell,
The Walker Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Blancmange,
The Gap Band,
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
48th St. Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.