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 South and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Soft Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
Black Bananas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alison Limerick,
The Durutti Column,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
New Age Steppers,
Mr. Review,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Intrusion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heaven 17,
Joe Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Lebanon Hanover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Martian,
Mars,
Ultravox,
Blancmange,
Slave,
Newcleus,
the Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Little Man,
Harry Pussy,
MDC,
Mo-Dettes,
Dual Sessions,
Vainqueur,
Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crime,
Robert Hood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
The Saints,
Fugazi,
Minny Pops,
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds,
Babytalk,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.