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 Mauritius and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
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 Funky Four + One to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wire,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers,
The Pretty Things,
K-Klass,
Oblivians,
D'Angelo,
UT,
the Germs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Panda Bear,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lower 48,
The Music Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Fluxion,
The American Breed,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
Letta Mbulu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minutemen,
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dennis Brown,
Glambeats Corp.,
Darondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick May,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Real Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacques Brel,
China Crisis,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heaven 17,
The Durutti Column,
Lungfish,
Easy Going,
Average White Band,
Ossler,
Fugazi,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Busters,
Basic Channel,
Trumans Water,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.