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 the UAE and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
The Gories,
The Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Tommy Roe,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick May,
Zapp,
Terry Callier,
Moby Grape,
World's Most,
Anakelly,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Byrd,
the Association,
Essential Logic,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jawbox,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Görl,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Toasters,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Green,
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
Tears for Fears,
Television,
Adolescents,
Pagans,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pole,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Dolphy,
Crooked Eye,
Surgeon,
the Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
Au Pairs,
John Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxette,
Q and Not U,
Spandau Ballet,
The Happenings,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.