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 Cape Verde and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
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 David Bowie 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
The Star Department,
The Fugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
kango's stein massive,
Basic Channel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hashim,
the Association,
Alice Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Remains,
The Skatalites,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terry Callier,
Banda Bassotti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers,
Boredoms,
Matthew Bourne,
JFA,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
The Pretty Things,
Nirvana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cramps,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
The Wake,
Arcadia,
Connie Case,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tropical Tobacco,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suicide,
Donald Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Faust,
Sixth Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
New Age Steppers,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.