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 Spain and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 David Bowie to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxy Music,
UT,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Buckinghams,
The Modern Lovers,
David McCallum,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
Radio Birdman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
Saccharine Trust,
Lucky Dragons,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Gang Dance,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra,
Darondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
Deadbeat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mandrill,
Bad Manners,
Nas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
Eddi Front,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sam Rivers,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
Blancmange,
Black Flag,
Bang On A Can,
Rapeman,
Gang Starr,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
Tim Buckley,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cameo,
Ultra Naté,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.