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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Symarip to the grunge 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Ludus,
Yusef Lateef,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television,
David McCallum,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
Schoolly D,
Y Pants,
Lyres,
Wally Richardson,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Talk Talk,
Yaz,
U.S. Maple,
Fat Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Moon,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minutemen,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang of Four,
Peter & Gordon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow,
The Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
New Age Steppers,
Malaria!,
Technova,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eurythmics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese,
Livin' Joy,
The Leaves,
Agitation Free,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oneida,
The Monks,
The Star Department,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warren Ellis,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.