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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 David McCallum to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Groovy Waters,
B.T. Express,
Arab on Radar,
Rekid,
Wire,
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispian St. Peters,
Desert Stars,
Negative Approach,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scrapy,
Section 25,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure,
The Music Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
Ituana,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yaz,
Camouflage,
Wings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantaleimon,
This Heat,
Alison Limerick,
the Normal,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
Youth Brigade,
Liliput,
The New Christs,
The Remains,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marvin Gaye,
Little Man,
Lou Reed,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
Fat Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.