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 Nepal and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Siglo XX to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Divine Comedy,
The Skatalites,
The Gun Club,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
Newcleus,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Association,
Eric Copeland,
Piero Umiliani,
Drexciya,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Stooges,
Technova,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joy Division,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
Pierre Henry,
Brass Construction,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mandrill,
Bang On A Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Make Up,
Al Stewart,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anthony Braxton,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Raincoats,
Infiniti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Radio Birdman,
Connie Case,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Searchers,
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yellowson,
Altered Images,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.