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 Tanzania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Subhumans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scientists,
Swell Maps,
Blancmange,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
Brick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronan,
Todd Terry,
the Normal,
Technova,
The J.B.'s,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Electric Prunes,
Nas,
The Remains,
Ash Ra Tempel,
PIL,
The Martian,
Q65,
Mary Jane Girls,
Y Pants,
Oblivians,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Index,
The Dead C,
Grey Daturas,
Young Marble Giants,
June Days,
Cluster,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Alphaville,
Traffic Nightmare,
Intrusion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eden Ahbez,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.