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 Botswana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Underground Resistance to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
Warsaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joy Division,
Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang On A Can,
Deadbeat,
Delta 5,
OOIOO,
Blancmange,
Hot Snakes,
Jawbox,
Schoolly D,
Sandy B,
Andrew Hill,
The Neon Judgement,
The Buckinghams,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker,
Livin' Joy,
Gong,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
Skaos,
Todd Terry,
Iggy Pop,
The Techniques,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
The J.B.'s,
The Young Rascals,
Terrestrial Tones,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Whodini,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drexciya,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rufus Thomas,
Organ,
Scan 7,
The Kinks,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fear,
Marine Girls,
The Happenings,
Inner City,
Groovy Waters,
Tom Boy,
The Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
cv313,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.