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 Algeria and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Procol Harum to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord 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 a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Standells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
F. McDonald,
Nils Olav,
Rekid,
Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Talk Talk,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Letta Mbulu,
The Birthday Party,
The Searchers,
Scion,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Urselle,
The Fuzztones,
Zero Boys,
Buzzcocks,
The Zeros,
Anakelly,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deakin,
The American Breed,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
Pussy Galore,
Drexciya,
Intrusion,
Hoover,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
Audionom,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Surgeon,
Tim Buckley,
Altered Images,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonic Youth,
Schoolly D,
Althea and Donna,
Cal Tjader,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Accadde A,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.