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 Ghana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wasted Youth to the funk 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
Erasure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
L. Decosne,
Sparks,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young,
Deakin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fall,
Joyce Sims,
Radio Birdman,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
June of 44,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Kinks,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
Babytalk,
Franke,
Massinfluence,
Sun City Girls,
John Holt,
Monolake,
Kool Moe Dee,
T.S.O.L.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jawbox,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funkadelic,
Joe Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Terry Callier,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joey Negro,
Television,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
New Age Steppers,
The Pretty Things,
The Birthday Party,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacob Miller,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.