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 Marshall Islands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Fugs to the disco 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Cymande,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
Swans,
The Birthday Party,
The Buckinghams,
Rotary Connection,
Rufus Thomas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cure,
Skarface,
Eddi Front,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Halsall,
Soulsonic Force,
Intrusion,
Fela Kuti,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Victims,
Mark Hollis,
Shuggie Otis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Khruangbin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Residents,
The Fuzztones,
The Cramps,
X-102,
Icehouse,
AZ,
Ken Boothe,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Wyatt,
Tommy Roe,
Cybotron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Copeland,
Minnie Riperton,
The Names,
Flipper,
Roxy Music,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Tears for Fears,
Schoolly D,
The Young Rascals,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.