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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gerry Rafferty to the electroclash 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
Radiohead,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mandrill,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Red Krayola,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terry Callier,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
Duran Duran,
Grauzone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Boredoms,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Motorama,
Second Layer,
Chris Corsano,
Harry Pussy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Josef K,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
The Barracudas,
Deakin,
Intrusion,
Michelle Simonal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The United States of America,
Vainqueur,
Echospace,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
Roger Hodgson,
Procol Harum,
Scientists,
The Associates,
Sugar Minott,
John Coltrane,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.