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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rock 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
David Bowie,
Guru Guru,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Crash Course in Science,
T. Rex,
Scientists,
Gang Green,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Inner City,
Ludus,
Brothers Johnson,
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
Crooked Eye,
Fluxion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Sheep,
Rekid,
Donald Byrd,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
Bluetip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Metal Thangz,
Subhumans,
The Toasters,
Los Fastidios,
Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
Anthony Braxton,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Flag,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wally Richardson,
Joey Negro,
New York Dolls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Move,
the Sonics,
Yaz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Josef K,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moody Blues,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.