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 Laos and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Motions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gories,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
The Busters,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Style,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
Flash Fearless,
The Neon Judgement,
Arthur Verocai,
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Teasers,
Cheater Slicks,
Sight & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Jandek,
Underground Resistance,
Max Romeo,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Last Poets,
Magazine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crooked Eye,
The Real Kids,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
Kerri Chandler,
Blake Baxter,
The Fortunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Blossom Toes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Modern Lovers,
Shoche,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
the Swans,
Quando Quango,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
Q and Not U,
The Fuzztones,
Au Pairs,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.