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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stiv Bators to the rap 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy Collins,
B.T. Express,
Brothers Johnson,
Groovy Waters,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
Skaos,
EPMD,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Holt,
Ornette Coleman,
Hasil Adkins,
Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moss Icon,
Nation of Ulysses,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faraquet,
The Human League,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minnie Riperton,
Donny Hathaway,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
Black Flag,
cv313,
Lou Reed,
Angry Samoans,
The Moleskins,
Marc Almond,
Quadrant,
The Star Department,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
Public Image Ltd.,
In Retrospect,
the Normal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Bush Tetras,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Happenings,
Vainqueur,
The Motions,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Sheep,
10cc,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.