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 Qatar and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neu!,
Cybotron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
PIL,
The American Breed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Toni Rubio,
Circle Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mummies,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Henry Cow,
Zapp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yellowson,
Patti Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cecil Taylor,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
Wire,
Fluxion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Selecter,
Cluster,
Sun Ra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Desert Stars,
Delta 5,
ABBA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
48th St. Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
The Busters,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Teasers,
the Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
Nils Olav,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.