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 Liechtenstein and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Wells to the grime 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
F. McDonald,
Oblivians,
AZ,
Godley & Creme,
Joyce Sims,
Moss Icon,
Alton Ellis,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
Reuben Wilson,
The Wake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Moebius,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
Lee Hazlewood,
MC5,
The Zeros,
The Dead C,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalann,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed,
Funkadelic,
Whodini,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June of 44,
X-102,
June Days,
Minutemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flash Fearless,
Lyres,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
The Golliwogs,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Y Pants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Young Marble Giants,
Warsaw,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television Personalities,
Ronnie Foster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.