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 Indonesia and from Lille.
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 Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Amon Düül to the grunge 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Five Americans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantaleimon,
Von Mondo,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Pus,
Fugazi,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Modern Lovers,
Negative Approach,
The Sound,
ABBA,
The Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unwound,
Ponytail,
China Crisis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Whodini,
Soft Cell,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
Jeff Lynne,
Audionom,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
K-Klass,
Fat Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Newcleus,
Franke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Oblivians,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17,
The Zeros,
The Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Procol Harum,
Aural Exciters,
The Sonics,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
Swell Maps,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
The Gories,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.