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 Philippines and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pop Group to the techno 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
The Five Americans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Star Department,
Television Personalities,
The Kinks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Minny Pops,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zero Boys,
Animal Collective,
Audionom,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
Silicon Teens,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
The Remains,
Sex Pistols,
Babytalk,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Wire,
Junior Murvin,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes,
The Saints,
Chris Corsano,
Barry Ungar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stiv Bators,
The Fall,
Rufus Thomas,
Crooked Eye,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harmonia,
The Black Dice,
Lindisfarne,
Sandy B,
Bauhaus,
Michelle Simonal,
Blossom Toes,
The Names,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.