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 Macedonia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Cymande to the rap 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Osbourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Gichy Dan,
Groovy Waters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Real Kids,
The Martian,
The Buckinghams,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
Wire,
Skaos,
Rod Modell,
Lucky Dragons,
Bad Manners,
Sight & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
K-Klass,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sparks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hardrive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gong,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
EPMD,
the Association,
The Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare,
Nick Fraelich,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
Smog,
Deepchord,
Crime,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia,
Neil Young,
Piero Umiliani,
Quantec,
Mission of Burma,
Heaven 17,
Ohio Players,
Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Maurizio,
Cymande,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.