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 Nauru and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 The Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Dead Boys,
The Fortunes,
The Victims,
Wings,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Index,
Chrome,
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
Pulsallama,
Technova,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Rundgren,
Unwound,
The Trojans,
Henry Cow,
DJ Style,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Adolescents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aural Exciters,
Skaos,
Joey Negro,
Erykah Badu,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker,
Intrusion,
Althea and Donna,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grauzone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.