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 Barbados and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Wolf Eyes,
Aloha Tigers,
Blossom Toes,
Siglo XX,
Silicon Teens,
Neu!,
Marine Girls,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
Ohio Players,
Don Cherry,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
Country Teasers,
June Days,
Aaron Thompson,
Sparks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
New York Dolls,
Symarip,
The Fortunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liliput,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris Corsano,
The Busters,
Yusef Lateef,
Tres Demented,
Deepchord,
Kurtis Blow,
Guru Guru,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moody Blues,
Monks,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vladislav Delay,
Joyce Sims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Niagra,
Rosa Yemen,
Aural Exciters,
The Durutti Column,
In Retrospect,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Sheep,
Prince Buster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Lynne,
the Human League,
The Zeros,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.