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 Gabon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 the Fania All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling,
The Grass Roots,
Country Teasers,
Nik Kershaw,
Newcleus,
Wolf Eyes,
Letta Mbulu,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Association,
Matthew Halsall,
The Martian,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
MDC,
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Henry Cow,
Soft Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
Dark Day,
OOIOO,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
Suicide,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
The Pop Group,
the Sonics,
Kayak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Clarke,
Urselle,
The Music Machine,
Depeche Mode,
The Offenders,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fat Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Slits,
Skaos,
Visage,
Ultra Naté,
Brothers Johnson,
Grauzone,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.