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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Hot Snakes,
Amazonics,
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Kinks,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
Fela Kuti,
June of 44,
Quantec,
Magazine,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Index,
The Leaves,
Minnie Riperton,
New Order,
Lower 48,
the Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Ituana,
James White and The Blacks,
Silicon Teens,
Crime,
Robert Görl,
Kaleidoscope,
Anakelly,
Eve St. Jones,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
EPMD,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dead Boys,
Dark Day,
The Techniques,
Sam Rivers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minny Pops,
Stereo Dub,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Finger,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.