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 Maldives and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terry Callier 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Half Japanese,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nico,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth,
Brass Construction,
Tom Boy,
Darondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
Amazonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anakelly,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Star Department,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Wire,
Hot Snakes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scientists,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gladiators,
John Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Cymande,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Pole,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arthur Verocai,
John Lydon,
Simply Red,
New York Dolls,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Sheep,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Frankie Knuckles,
K-Klass,
Dawn Penn,
Warren Ellis,
Dead Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.