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 Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the dance 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Magazine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
Neu!,
The Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
the Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Busters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eden Ahbez,
Hasil Adkins,
Wasted Youth,
Don Cherry,
Circle Jerks,
Quantec,
ABBA,
Little Man,
In Retrospect,
Patti Smith,
The Saints,
The Mojo Men,
Warsaw,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
Smog,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy Collins,
Metal Thangz,
Flipper,
Sarah Menescal,
X-102,
Stereo Dub,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Interpol,
The Fugs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tubeway Army,
Cybotron,
Second Layer,
Bluetip,
Sonic Youth,
Scientists,
a-ha,
The Smiths,
Mad Mike,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.