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 Hungary and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Janne Schatter to the jazz 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Erykah Badu,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul II Soul,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
the Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
The Skatalites,
Black Pus,
Alice Coltrane,
The Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blossom Toes,
Television,
Lindisfarne,
Ludus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moody Blues,
Q65,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
Slave,
Eddi Front,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
Guru Guru,
Spoonie Gee,
Henry Cow,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
The Techniques,
Soft Machine,
Skriet,
Von Mondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moleskins,
Delta 5,
UT,
Interpol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marine Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Visage,
Freddie Wadling,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
The Cowsills,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
The Names,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shuggie Otis,
Y Pants,
Derrick Morgan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
Glenn Branca,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.