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 Ghana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-101 to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liliput,
Minutemen,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Black Dice,
Maurizio,
The Gories,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Josef K,
Oblivians,
Sister Nancy,
The Cramps,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Bourne,
Ludus,
Cameo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Yellowson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Clarke,
Loose Ends,
Scratch Acid,
Bob Dylan,
Janne Schatter,
Henry Cow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
48th St. Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Rundgren,
Wolf Eyes,
Newcleus,
Arcadia,
Piero Umiliani,
Darondo,
Nils Olav,
the Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
The Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deadbeat,
Y Pants,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
Lakeside,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pagans,
Black Pus,
Patti Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.