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 Guyana and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Livin' Joy to the crunk 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
Alphaville,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
Tubeway Army,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dead C,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
Wings,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fall,
Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Visage,
Warsaw,
Lyres,
cv313,
Godley & Creme,
Oblivians,
Kayak,
Newcleus,
Television,
Talk Talk,
Nils Olav,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
E-Dancer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
the Normal,
The Blues Magoos,
The Misunderstood,
Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48,
Desert Stars,
Television Personalities,
Camouflage,
The Last Poets,
Skarface,
Rod Modell,
Panda Bear,
Fat Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jawbox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radio Birdman,
The Victims,
The Techniques,
Brass Construction,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.