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 Iceland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Magazine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Dirtbombs,
Tim Buckley,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Birthday Party,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
Deepchord,
The Associates,
Lou Reed,
Moby Grape,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Victims,
Maurizio,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pagans,
Crime,
Sun City Girls,
Cluster,
The Residents,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
Swell Maps,
X-102,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sixth Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Flag,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Wells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen,
A Certain Ratio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick Morgan,
David McCallum,
Dawn Penn,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skaos,
Trumans Water,
Audionom,
Juan Atkins,
Franke,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.