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 Lithuania and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
cv313,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Michelle Simonal,
Yellowson,
Make Up,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mission of Burma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
June Days,
Lungfish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unwound,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Simply Red,
The Gap Band,
Minor Threat,
Minutemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jandek,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Walker Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Ponytail,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boredoms,
The Star Department,
The Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
The Motions,
The Trojans,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
Newcleus,
Basic Channel,
Brass Construction,
Aswad,
The Fall,
Chrome,
Maurizio,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Guru Guru,
Reuben Wilson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Von Mondo,
Mark Hollis,
Ultravox,
Chris Corsano,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.