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 Romania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Todd Rundgren to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton,
Crime,
Idris Muhammad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
U.S. Maple,
The Velvet Underground,
Outsiders,
The Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland,
Ultravox,
The Sound,
Eurythmics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
Rapeman,
Urselle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gun Club,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
John Holt,
The Count Five,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
The Index,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Newcleus,
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents,
Panda Bear,
The Dirtbombs,
Goldenarms,
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Technova,
Ohio Players,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
Magma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cramps,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz,
Ronan,
Icehouse,
The Slits,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.