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 Malta and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thee Headcoats to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Chrome,
The Leaves,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Henry Cow,
Fat Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Severed Heads,
The Zeros,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slackers,
Scientists,
Wally Richardson,
The Moleskins,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
Susan Cadogan,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Newcleus,
Mandrill,
Blake Baxter,
Zapp,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
Thompson Twins,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Hill,
Supertramp,
Radio Birdman,
Monks,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
Bad Manners,
Urselle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kayak,
Slick Rick,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Josef K,
Carl Craig,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
Negative Approach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Outsiders,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
Franke,
Nas,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.