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 Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare 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 Harmonia to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Icehouse,
Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Negative Approach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Colin Newman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Standells,
Drexciya,
Rosa Yemen,
Kenny Larkin,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alice Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Hill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Cecil Taylor,
The Real Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Steve Hackett,
Bluetip,
Audionom,
Gregory Isaacs,
Excepter,
Boredoms,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
OOIOO,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joey Negro,
10cc,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
The Sound,
Newcleus,
Charles Mingus,
The Black Dice,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Supertramp,
Pierre Henry,
The Smiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hashim,
Tres Demented,
Rapeman,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.