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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Motorama,
Amon Düül,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry's Kids,
The Vogues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barbara Tucker,
Al Stewart,
Qualms,
the Sonics,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J,
Radiohead,
Marmalade,
F. McDonald,
Roxy Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June Days,
David Axelrod,
The Count Five,
Tim Buckley,
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
Suicide,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Sherman,
Ken Boothe,
UT,
R.M.O.,
Rufus Thomas,
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
The Cowsills,
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers,
Popol Vuh,
Scratch Acid,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quadrant,
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Angels of Light,
Ituana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
Swell Maps,
Anthony Braxton,
U.S. Maple,
Accadde A,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.