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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The J.B.'s to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Wings,
Das Ding,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cal Tjader,
The Pretty Things,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harmonia,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Hood,
Hashim,
Roger Hodgson,
Whodini,
Scientists,
PIL,
The Skatalites,
The Standells,
Patti Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minor Threat,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
Gang of Four,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Spoonie Gee,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case,
Neu!,
Country Teasers,
Negative Approach,
The Velvet Underground,
R.M.O.,
The Young Rascals,
The New Christs,
Ultravox,
Con Funk Shun,
Rakim,
Hardrive,
Faraquet,
ABC,
Arab on Radar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Fraelich,
Eli Mardock,
Drexciya,
The Doors,
David Bowie,
The Blackbyrds,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.