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 Albania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Kinks to the crunk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 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?
Darondo,
Lakeside,
the Swans,
Fluxion,
The Toasters,
Scan 7,
Inner City,
Judy Mowatt,
Dennis Brown,
B.T. Express,
Popol Vuh,
U.S. Maple,
Erykah Badu,
Godley & Creme,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Rundgren,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
Neu!,
Wings,
Tommy Roe,
Amazonics,
The Dead C,
The Star Department,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Liliput,
AZ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris & Cosey,
Scion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
Wally Richardson,
The Residents,
Fear,
Althea and Donna,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Walker Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Loose Ends,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
Das Ding,
Roger Hodgson,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.