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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scion to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
the Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Music Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiohead,
F. McDonald,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Guru Guru,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Don Cherry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glenn Branca,
Heaven 17,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Leonard Cohen,
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
The Associates,
Janne Schatter,
Eden Ahbez,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ohio Players,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Mills,
Q and Not U,
John Lydon,
Trumans Water,
The Buckinghams,
Camouflage,
DJ Style,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moss Icon,
Chris Corsano,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
Judy Mowatt,
Outsiders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
Sam Rivers,
Sonic Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Popol Vuh,
Black Sheep,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Skatalites,
Interpol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scan 7,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.