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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fad Gadget to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Buzzcocks,
Darondo,
Joe Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marmalade,
The Young Rascals,
The Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
The Stooges,
Slave,
AZ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Banda Bassotti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
Gang of Four,
Iggy Pop,
Radio Birdman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Pulsallama,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick Morgan,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Procol Harum,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
The Trojans,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Certain Ratio,
PIL,
Mantronix,
Can,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
The Real Kids,
Basic Channel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agitation Free,
Loose Ends,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Albert Ayler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neu!,
Wasted Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Interpol,
Public Enemy,
Simply Red,
The Gories,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.