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 Lesotho and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arab on Radar to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Rundgren,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fear,
Essential Logic,
The J.B.'s,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Mills,
The Fuzztones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scientists,
E-Dancer,
Qualms,
The Seeds,
Parry Music,
The Black Dice,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Finger,
Todd Terry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet,
T.S.O.L.,
Shuggie Otis,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cybotron,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Scrapy,
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker,
Sound Behaviour,
Massinfluence,
Warsaw,
L. Decosne,
The Barracudas,
Icehouse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oblivians,
The Happenings,
Blossom Toes,
Connie Case,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terry Callier,
Model 500,
Marcia Griffiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Fela Kuti,
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
Henry Cow,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.