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 Korea North and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Judy Mowatt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ice-T,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül II,
The Happenings,
Panda Bear,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers,
Mo-Dettes,
Unwound,
Metal Thangz,
the Bar-Kays,
Magma,
Mark Hollis,
Popol Vuh,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed,
Sex Pistols,
The Fall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young,
Parry Music,
F. McDonald,
Cybotron,
Oneida,
The Gun Club,
Slave,
Grey Daturas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerri Chandler,
Sound Behaviour,
ABBA,
Byron Stingily,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joy Division,
Cymande,
Faust,
The Dead C,
Amazonics,
Eden Ahbez,
The Selecter,
Black Sheep,
The Zeros,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Al Stewart,
Mission of Burma,
The Misunderstood,
The Beau Brummels,
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donald Byrd,
CMW,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.