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 Madagascar and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tom Boy to the disco 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
John Cale,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joensuu 1685,
Yaz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cal Tjader,
Clear Light,
Tim Buckley,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ituana,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rekid,
Mark Hollis,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
The Searchers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Infiniti,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Tubeway Army,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
Magma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
Delta 5,
Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
New Age Steppers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Desert Stars,
Half Japanese,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.