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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Can to the rap 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Charles Mingus,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
JFA,
Franke,
Monolake,
Wasted Youth,
Scientists,
Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers,
Josef K,
Groovy Waters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Görl,
AZ,
OOIOO,
Yaz,
Lou Reed,
Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Spoonie Gee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quantec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liliput,
Saccharine Trust,
Magma,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wolf Eyes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
Skaos,
Moebius,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
Marvin Gaye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gregory Isaacs,
Altered Images,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.