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 Ecuador and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Scientists to the funk 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Black Bananas,
Fugazi,
Anakelly,
Shoche,
Arthur Verocai,
A Certain Ratio,
Rufus Thomas,
New York Dolls,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
Unwound,
Derrick Morgan,
Dual Sessions,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
The Real Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Moebius,
Desert Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Quando Quango,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions,
Terry Callier,
Ludus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fatback Band,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Knickerbockers,
These Immortal Souls,
Metal Thangz,
Clear Light,
cv313,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Almond,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sällskapet,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio,
the Swans,
Suicide,
Bob Dylan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Au Pairs,
Half Japanese,
The United States of America,
a-ha,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.