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 Luxembourg and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
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 harpsichord 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 Cecil Taylor to the techno 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a chamberlin 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Halsall,
B.T. Express,
Man Parrish,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
Glenn Branca,
Organ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
The Birthday Party,
Second Layer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cowsills,
Pylon,
Aswad,
Quantec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
The American Breed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T.S.O.L.,
The Last Poets,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
Barrington Levy,
Arab on Radar,
Funkadelic,
48th St. Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mantronix,
The Vogues,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sällskapet,
The Evens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
Monolake,
The Dead C,
Freddie Wadling,
Dawn Penn,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.