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 Gabon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Robert Wyatt to the rock 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quantec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lakeside,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
David Bowie,
The Durutti Column,
Cal Tjader,
the Normal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxette,
John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
Qualms,
X-102,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Brand Nubian,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Basic Channel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispy Ambulance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt,
The Martian,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABC,
Black Sheep,
Agent Orange,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
Duran Duran,
The Standells,
Newcleus,
Isaac Hayes,
Audionom,
Ultra Naté,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.