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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 rock 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Hashim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Christie,
Procol Harum,
The Saints,
Ituana,
The Cowsills,
The Vogues,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Hoover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hasil Adkins,
Kas Product,
John Foxx,
Nik Kershaw,
Vainqueur,
Gichy Dan,
Yazoo,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Bourne,
Yellowson,
Slick Rick,
Metal Thangz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gong,
Schoolly D,
Make Up,
The Modern Lovers,
Maurizio,
Simply Red,
Roxette,
Radiohead,
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
Mad Mike,
Don Cherry,
Alton Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Graham Central Station,
Deakin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minor Threat,
X-102,
Johnny Clarke,
Anakelly,
June of 44,
The New Christs,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.