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 Lesotho and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Bauhaus,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Barracudas,
Kayak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roger Hodgson,
LL Cool J,
Henry Cow,
Panda Bear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lakeside,
Dark Day,
Sam Rivers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
Kerri Chandler,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Divine Comedy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jawbox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MC5,
Brick,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
Eve St. Jones,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Cal Tjader,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gap Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Lyres,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neu!,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.