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 Estonia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
Skaos,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
Lungfish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sister Nancy,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry's Kids,
June Days,
Joe Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Rekid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
Ice-T,
Barry Ungar,
Joy Division,
Vainqueur,
Kerri Chandler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
Masters at Work,
Reagan Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
Underground Resistance,
Main Source,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Byrd,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
Nirvana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.