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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Todd Rundgren to the techno 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Martian,
Dead Boys,
DJ Style,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skarface,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Audionom,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grauzone,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aloha Tigers,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Young Marble Giants,
The Move,
the Association,
Ten City,
Brick,
Bobby Womack,
Pierre Henry,
Colin Newman,
Easy Going,
Harmonia,
Barbara Tucker,
Yazoo,
Crooked Eye,
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Hasil Adkins,
Janne Schatter,
Slick Rick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantytec,
The Misunderstood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
Porter Ricks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.