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 Iceland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Visage,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Qualms,
Arcadia,
Byron Stingily,
Pierre Henry,
Circle Jerks,
CMW,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moody Blues,
Pussy Galore,
The Mummies,
Minor Threat,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
Icehouse,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
David McCallum,
T.S.O.L.,
F. McDonald,
The Evens,
Zero Boys,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode,
Throbbing Gristle,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
The United States of America,
The Wake,
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
The Fall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Godley & Creme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
The Zeros,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacob Miller,
Dawn Penn,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Germs,
MC5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.