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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 Leonard Cohen to the techno 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Amazonics,
KRS-One,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
Althea and Donna,
the Fania All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
MDC,
Quantec,
the Association,
Marc Almond,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
Scientists,
Unwound,
Albert Ayler,
Spandau Ballet,
Make Up,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Mission of Burma,
Mark Hollis,
La Düsseldorf,
Rufus Thomas,
Mandrill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quadrant,
Eli Mardock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Buckinghams,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
Easy Going,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Whodini,
the Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Country Teasers,
Little Man,
The Residents,
The Victims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Half Japanese,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Walker Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.