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 Togo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 ABC to the rock 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Cure,
Lindisfarne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sällskapet,
Joensuu 1685,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter and Kerry,
Moss Icon,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smiths,
Black Pus,
The Smoke,
The Residents,
The Moody Blues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Darondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moebius,
Michelle Simonal,
Neu!,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stetsasonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
La Düsseldorf,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Style,
E-Dancer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
Bang On A Can,
AZ,
Cameo,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Panda Bear,
Mandrill,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gap Band,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.