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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DNA to the grunge 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ponytail,
The Moody Blues,
Fluxion,
Harmonia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
The Techniques,
The Five Americans,
Intrusion,
Niagra,
Black Bananas,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marmalade,
Iggy Pop,
The Leaves,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anthony Braxton,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Subhumans,
Faust,
Qualms,
Nas,
the Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Pere Ubu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
Kerri Chandler,
MC5,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters,
The Happenings,
Erasure,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
Nick Fraelich,
Average White Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
FM Einheit,
Mission of Burma,
Glenn Branca,
Smog,
Cameo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wasted Youth,
Rotary Connection,
ABC,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.