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 Singapore and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Soul II Soul to the jazz 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans,
Brothers Johnson,
Babytalk,
The Associates,
Franke,
The Barracudas,
T.S.O.L.,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arab on Radar,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stetsasonic,
Terry Callier,
Ohio Players,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Star Department,
Moss Icon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slave,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oblivians,
Q65,
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
Harmonia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shoche,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fluxion,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Halsall,
Guru Guru,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.