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 Panama and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Groovy Waters to the rock 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Monolake,
Alphaville,
Neil Young,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
Bill Near,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shuggie Otis,
Drexciya,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fortunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Marc Almond,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Christie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wasted Youth,
Country Teasers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Clarke,
T. Rex,
Sex Pistols,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dead C,
Eden Ahbez,
The Raincoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
JFA,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
Maurizio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tommy Roe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blake Baxter,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Charles Mingus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxette,
Althea and Donna,
Oneida,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.