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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
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 spring reverb 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 The Fortunes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
H. Thieme,
Smog,
Thee Headcoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
Scion,
Niagra,
The Victims,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Neon Judgement,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Alarm Clocks,
Henry Cow,
Hashim,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
Easy Going,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
The Smiths,
The Wake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama,
Idris Muhammad,
Half Japanese,
D'Angelo,
Ten City,
The Beau Brummels,
the Normal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
Dark Day,
Dawn Penn,
Blancmange,
The American Breed,
Hot Snakes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Little Man,
Crooked Eye,
The Remains,
Ronan,
The Motions,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fat Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funkadelic,
Kenny Larkin,
Section 25,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.