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 Bhutan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Eurythmics 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 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?
The Birthday Party,
Dark Day,
Magma,
Technova,
Soul II Soul,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lindisfarne,
Sight & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
Deadbeat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Gastr Del Sol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Sixth Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt,
Cameo,
Bill Wells,
Massinfluence,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Minutemen,
T. Rex,
Amazonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camouflage,
Inner City,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Albert Ayler,
The Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Chrome,
Piero Umiliani,
Spandau Ballet,
Lyres,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Lynne,
Rapeman,
Charles Mingus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Parry Music,
Gang Green,
Black Bananas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.