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 Cuba and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fela Kuti to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Severed Heads,
Aswad,
Mission of Burma,
John Cale,
The Associates,
The Mojo Men,
kango's stein massive,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantytec,
Fugazi,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brick,
Ultra Naté,
Fat Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
UT,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marvin Gaye,
Ornette Coleman,
Pulsallama,
Smog,
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ice-T,
The Gun Club,
CMW,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacob Miller,
Vladislav Delay,
Erasure,
Newcleus,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-101,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tubeway Army,
Danielle Patucci,
Blake Baxter,
Rod Modell,
Public Enemy,
Wally Richardson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.