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 Kenya and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Danielle Patucci to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Halsall,
Moss Icon,
Motorama,
Little Man,
LL Cool J,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Average White Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Technova,
Mandrill,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rites of Spring,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T. Rex,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
E-Dancer,
The Litter,
Camberwell Now,
Thee Headcoats,
K-Klass,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monochrome Set,
Nico,
Babytalk,
Au Pairs,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
James Chance & The Contortions,
F. McDonald,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
Iggy Pop,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Mills,
Blossom Toes,
Animal Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.