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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Mandrill to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Pulsallama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacques Brel,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
Carl Craig,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
Gang of Four,
Groovy Waters,
Sandy B,
The Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
The Five Americans,
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Leonard Cohen,
UT,
The Kinks,
Basic Channel,
Dawn Penn,
The Victims,
Whodini,
the Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
The Offenders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
Iggy Pop,
The American Breed,
Neil Young,
Gastr Del Sol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Martian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Severed Heads,
Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
PIL,
Intrusion,
Letta Mbulu,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare,
Grey Daturas,
Maurizio,
Technova,
Stereo Dub,
Lyres,
Glambeats Corp.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.