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 Tajikistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Minor Threat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Warren Ellis,
Hoover,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
L. Decosne,
Donald Byrd,
Maurizio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Bowie,
Pierre Henry,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
Fluxion,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ice-T,
Pulsallama,
Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy Collins,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
Junior Murvin,
The Barracudas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Remains,
The Gun Club,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joey Negro,
Derrick May,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Desert Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
Juan Atkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.