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 Venezuela and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bill Near to the dance 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
K-Klass,
The Motions,
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Main Source,
Ohio Players,
Tommy Roe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kaleidoscope,
Blake Baxter,
The J.B.'s,
Letta Mbulu,
Alison Limerick,
Wire,
kango's stein massive,
cv313,
Terry Callier,
The Remains,
Marine Girls,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Darondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lower 48,
The Divine Comedy,
Camouflage,
Pole,
Severed Heads,
Roxette,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Residents,
Roxy Music,
Skarface,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shoche,
The Seeds,
Oneida,
Harry Pussy,
Godley & Creme,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
Funky Four + One,
Moebius,
Scientists,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unwound,
MC5,
Sixth Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
Animal Collective,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.