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 Nauru and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Dual Sessions to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
E-Dancer,
Monolake,
The Black Dice,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
Metal Thangz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radio Birdman,
Animal Collective,
Pylon,
Blancmange,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Con Funk Shun,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spandau Ballet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Style,
Drexciya,
DNA,
Sixth Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Trojans,
Television,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
Connie Case,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
Silicon Teens,
The Kinks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free,
Skarface,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gun Club,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus,
Josef K,
Eddi Front,
Reuben Wilson,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
Kenny Larkin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.