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 Croatia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Gregory Isaacs to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Henry Cow,
Camberwell Now,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Junior Murvin,
X-Ray Spex,
Khruangbin,
Siglo XX,
The Young Rascals,
Guru Guru,
Morten Harket,
Max Romeo,
Black Moon,
Jeff Lynne,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
Rufus Thomas,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
John Cale,
Rekid,
ABBA,
Slick Rick,
La Düsseldorf,
Eve St. Jones,
The Residents,
Donny Hathaway,
Patti Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
Drive Like Jehu,
Judy Mowatt,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
DNA,
Easy Going,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mandrill,
D'Angelo,
Slave,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warren Ellis,
a-ha,
Ten City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Can,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.