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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Q and Not U to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys 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?
Basic Channel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agent Orange,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Newcleus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dark Day,
Ossler,
Masters at Work,
Wally Richardson,
Skaos,
Icehouse,
Rekid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Schoolly D,
Hoover,
Cameo,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Model 500,
Cluster,
Visage,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
Qualms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül II,
The Wake,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra,
Supertramp,
Gichy Dan,
Heaven 17,
Pulsallama,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
Make Up,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Nik Kershaw,
Surgeon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül,
The Pop Group,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thompson Twins,
Scratch Acid,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.