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 Luxembourg and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Crime to the grime 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Excepter,
The Smoke,
Janne Schatter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Whodini,
Yazoo,
The Gun Club,
Skriet,
Intrusion,
The Smiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unrelated Segments,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terry Callier,
Traffic Nightmare,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scratch Acid,
Rufus Thomas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sonics,
KRS-One,
Davy DMX,
The Walker Brothers,
The Remains,
The Last Poets,
Deakin,
The Litter,
Scrapy,
Grauzone,
Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radio Birdman,
The Dead C,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nas,
The Golliwogs,
UT,
Severed Heads,
Barbara Tucker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Depeche Mode,
Crash Course in Science,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.