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 Bolivia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rod Modell 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Deakin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
Popol Vuh,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yaz,
ABC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mr. Review,
L. Decosne,
Letta Mbulu,
Radio Birdman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scan 7,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
Banda Bassotti,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Black Moon,
The Offenders,
The Toasters,
Siglo XX,
The Move,
Half Japanese,
Susan Cadogan,
Angry Samoans,
Sparks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Godley & Creme,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
Piero Umiliani,
Fad Gadget,
Scion,
June of 44,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
AZ,
Lower 48,
Anakelly,
Altered Images,
Todd Terry,
The Litter,
John Foxx,
Rakim,
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.