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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Intrusion to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
One Last Wish,
Eric Copeland,
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players,
Livin' Joy,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Section 25,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mars,
Royal Trux,
Model 500,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Görl,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oblivians,
Groovy Waters,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
Mr. Review,
Deakin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
10cc,
The Beau Brummels,
Aloha Tigers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
Rosa Yemen,
Jandek,
Sandy B,
Danielle Patucci,
Quadrant,
Stetsasonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Five Americans,
Schoolly D,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ituana,
Easy Going,
Index,
Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.