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 Djibouti and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 marimba and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Remains,
Lou Christie,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
the Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
The Grass Roots,
Oblivians,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Pus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Last Poets,
the Normal,
The Moleskins,
Liliput,
Babytalk,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Trojans,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry's Kids,
Minor Threat,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quadrant,
Can,
JFA,
Stiv Bators,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
Lee Hazlewood,
AZ,
Arab on Radar,
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran,
Q and Not U,
Radio Birdman,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
10cc,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.