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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Fad Gadget to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Pierre Henry,
Bronski Beat,
Scrapy,
David Axelrod,
Swell Maps,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
Buzzcocks,
KRS-One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris Corsano,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Birthday Party,
The Fortunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
Fugazi,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-Ray Spex,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gong,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
cv313,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yellowson,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
Quando Quango,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerri Chandler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faust,
Funky Four + One,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
Sällskapet,
Q and Not U,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Age Steppers,
The New Christs,
Babytalk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.