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 Morocco and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Funky Four + One to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
The New Christs,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Byrd,
John Holt,
The Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Star Department,
New York Dolls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Wyatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
CMW,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funkadelic,
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barry Ungar,
Moebius,
Kerri Chandler,
The Victims,
U.S. Maple,
Deakin,
Scientists,
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warsaw,
Ultra Naté,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Yellowson,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
E-Dancer,
David McCallum,
Ossler,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
Underground Resistance,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.