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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nirvana to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Prince Buster,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Raincoats,
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
Lakeside,
Lee Hazlewood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maurizio,
Slave,
Q65,
The New Christs,
The Star Department,
Rekid,
The Happenings,
The Grass Roots,
Man Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pop Group,
Arcadia,
Desert Stars,
FM Einheit,
Erasure,
KRS-One,
The Kinks,
Fluxion,
Banda Bassotti,
D'Angelo,
Althea and Donna,
The Gun Club,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne,
The Saints,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Teasers,
The American Breed,
Negative Approach,
The Black Dice,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mars,
48th St. Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brick,
The Doors,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tomorrow,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Das Ding,
The Moody Blues,
Intrusion,
Stereo Dub,
The Walker Brothers,
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.