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 Iran and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Todd Terry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang On A Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gabor Szabo,
Motorama,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
Altered Images,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantaleimon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Kinks,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
Marmalade,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare,
CMW,
Visage,
La Düsseldorf,
Can,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bad Manners,
Wolf Eyes,
the Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Malaria!,
Nik Kershaw,
Barry Ungar,
Cecil Taylor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aural Exciters,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zapp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül,
Graham Central Station,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monks,
Cluster,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faust,
Quantec,
Sam Rivers,
The Zeros,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.