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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Audionom to the grime 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Rotary Connection,
Eden Ahbez,
Stiv Bators,
John Lydon,
Max Romeo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül II,
Ossler,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Finger,
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fall,
Depeche Mode,
Negative Approach,
Country Teasers,
The Star Department,
James White and The Blacks,
Brothers Johnson,
Adolescents,
Bush Tetras,
B.T. Express,
The Count Five,
Hoover,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
China Crisis,
Banda Bassotti,
the Bar-Kays,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sparks,
Infiniti,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Franke,
Connie Case,
Lightning Bolt,
Dark Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Schoolly D,
Nation of Ulysses,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Tommy Roe,
The Gun Club,
Little Man,
The Red Krayola,
Dead Boys,
The Saints,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ice-T,
F. McDonald,
Soft Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.