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 Nicaragua and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABC to the dance 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Red Krayola,
Kenny Larkin,
X-101,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
Hashim,
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Suicide,
The Star Department,
Marmalade,
Junior Murvin,
Sällskapet,
CMW,
Gang Starr,
Unwound,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight,
Warsaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
Josef K,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ten City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dennis Brown,
Bronski Beat,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hardrive,
Hot Snakes,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Niagra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rod Modell,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
Marshall Jefferson,
June of 44,
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Juan Atkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.