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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 James White and The Blacks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
The Smoke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Josef K,
Iggy Pop,
The Saints,
DJ Sneak,
Television,
Little Man,
JFA,
Stetsasonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
DNA,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
John Holt,
Cheater Slicks,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
The Gap Band,
Dave Gahan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Halsall,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
The Wake,
The Cowsills,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
Todd Rundgren,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
Mark Hollis,
Aural Exciters,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David McCallum,
Cymande,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Fraelich,
The Searchers,
Maurizio,
Warsaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Desert Stars,
R.M.O.,
Danielle Patucci,
Bob Dylan,
Tom Boy,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
The Residents,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.