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 Andorra and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scan 7 to the rap 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Smoke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monks,
Kas Product,
The Blues Magoos,
Cymande,
The Raincoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Whodini,
Rekid,
Stetsasonic,
48th St. Collective,
Public Enemy,
The Saints,
The Litter,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dennis Brown,
Procol Harum,
The Knickerbockers,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Yellowson,
Intrusion,
Pussy Galore,
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
Warren Ellis,
Drexciya,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aswad,
Thee Headcoats,
Fugazi,
The Neon Judgement,
The Last Poets,
June Days,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Organ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Beau Brummels,
Fear,
Amon Düül,
Carl Craig,
The Blackbyrds,
Malaria!,
Suicide,
David Bowie,
X-Ray Spex,
Barrington Levy,
Gang of Four,
D'Angelo,
Albert Ayler,
Archie Shepp,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.