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 San Marino and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Make Up to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Procol Harum,
Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Bob Dylan,
Can,
the Association,
Joe Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
Parry Music,
Max Romeo,
Peter & Gordon,
The Busters,
Pussy Galore,
The Star Department,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Surgeon,
The Index,
Pantytec,
Lakeside,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
Stereo Dub,
Wally Richardson,
Scion,
Lightning Bolt,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Altered Images,
Frankie Knuckles,
Outsiders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Henry Cow,
Gang Green,
Brick,
Althea and Donna,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erykah Badu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Quadrant,
Scientists,
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.