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 Kosovo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the jazz 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Joey Negro,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sex Pistols,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
The United States of America,
Harry Pussy,
Swell Maps,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siglo XX,
Tim Buckley,
MC5,
Delta 5,
A Certain Ratio,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Red Krayola,
Excepter,
The Grass Roots,
Sam Rivers,
Carl Craig,
Thompson Twins,
Rufus Thomas,
Skarface,
Deakin,
Wings,
Don Cherry,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
Sonic Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blossom Toes,
Model 500,
The Fuzztones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young,
Suburban Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Mr. Review,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dirtbombs,
Piero Umiliani,
Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
The Associates,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.