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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Judy Mowatt to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Count Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mandrill,
Can,
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Talk Talk,
the Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Offenders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lightning Bolt,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Barracudas,
Cecil Taylor,
Japan,
Delta 5,
Todd Rundgren,
Q65,
Soft Machine,
The Gories,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Jacques Brel,
Aaron Thompson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia,
Kaleidoscope,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monolake,
Lindisfarne,
Pulsallama,
The Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bad Manners,
Qualms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.