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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lalann to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Roxette,
Ronan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
The Victims,
Grey Daturas,
the Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Brothers Johnson,
Liliput,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Association,
Bill Near,
The Associates,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siglo XX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gichy Dan,
The Last Poets,
Glenn Branca,
Theoretical Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Mo-Dettes,
Pylon,
Das Ding,
The Golliwogs,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yaz,
The Raincoats,
Accadde A,
The Buckinghams,
The Red Krayola,
Kaleidoscope,
Sight & Sound,
Hardrive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Steve Hackett,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
The Invisible,
Ken Boothe,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
LL Cool J,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.