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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Severed Heads to the disco 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Glenn Branca,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang On A Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Desert Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
Excepter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alison Limerick,
Roxette,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Techniques,
David Bowie,
The Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Outsiders,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
Delta 5,
Yaz,
Jerry's Kids,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Pulsallama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
Lindisfarne,
Warsaw,
Stereo Dub,
Drive Like Jehu,
Idris Muhammad,
Harry Pussy,
Gang of Four,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roger Hodgson,
Josef K,
The Angels of Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ken Boothe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The New Christs,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.