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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Reagan Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Newcleus,
Scientists,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Smog,
The New Christs,
The United States of America,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Osbourne,
10cc,
Heaven 17,
the Sonics,
X-102,
X-101,
Ken Boothe,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
La Düsseldorf,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harmonia,
The Real Kids,
Yellowson,
The Moody Blues,
The Moleskins,
Mantronix,
Khruangbin,
Kerri Chandler,
Sam Rivers,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
Delta 5,
Drive Like Jehu,
a-ha,
Spoonie Gee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bush Tetras,
Half Japanese,
Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Nico,
Roxette,
Loose Ends,
Unwound,
The Invisible,
The Fall,
Section 25,
Television Personalities,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jawbox,
World's Most,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
Pulsallama,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.