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 Madagascar and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Severed Heads to the dance 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun City Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Sex Pistols,
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz,
The Searchers,
Stiv Bators,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
Drexciya,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-101,
Lungfish,
the Bar-Kays,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy Collins,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
Fear,
Blancmange,
Scientists,
The Fall,
ABC,
Marine Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Animal Collective,
Roxette,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
The Slackers,
Robert Wyatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Masters at Work,
The Gap Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
the Swans,
Rites of Spring,
a-ha,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
the Association,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
Ronnie Foster,
JFA,
Funkadelic,
Flipper,
Oneida,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.