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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fela Kuti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pulsallama,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
John Lydon,
a-ha,
Nik Kershaw,
Hoover,
Flipper,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marcia Griffiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minutemen,
Lindisfarne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus,
Nick Fraelich,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
Lou Christie,
Japan,
Black Sheep,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
Neil Young,
The Zeros,
Jandek,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
Kayak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerri Chandler,
The Selecter,
Pere Ubu,
Vainqueur,
The Grass Roots,
Minny Pops,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.