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 Iran and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Tomorrow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
The Grass Roots,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Starr,
Banda Bassotti,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bluetip,
Eurythmics,
Juan Atkins,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Hood,
the Slits,
Vainqueur,
Cameo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The American Breed,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül II,
Guru Guru,
Symarip,
Scrapy,
Sex Pistols,
The Toasters,
Crash Course in Science,
Judy Mowatt,
Ituana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxy Music,
Minor Threat,
Flipper,
Cymande,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
Al Stewart,
a-ha,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick May,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantaleimon,
Arcadia,
Deepchord,
Smog,
Basic Channel,
Alton Ellis,
Black Moon,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.