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 Saudi Arabia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sparks,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
Con Funk Shun,
Banda Bassotti,
Khruangbin,
Brothers Johnson,
F. McDonald,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
The Victims,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alton Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke,
Sun Ra,
Main Source,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Bananas,
Ken Boothe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Trojans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lyres,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terry Callier,
X-Ray Spex,
Charles Mingus,
Black Pus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fortunes,
Pierre Henry,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
FM Einheit,
Pole,
Fatback Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Skriet,
Intrusion,
Franke,
The Fuzztones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
Funkadelic,
Flipper,
John Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.