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 South Africa and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Smooth,
Das Ding,
Underground Resistance,
A Certain Ratio,
Yellowson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chrome,
Main Source,
Joyce Sims,
Mission of Burma,
Moebius,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Golliwogs,
DNA,
Deepchord,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boz Scaggs,
X-101,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gladiators,
Marc Almond,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q and Not U,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shuggie Otis,
Quadrant,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arcadia,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson,
The Angels of Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Knickerbockers,
The Saints,
Skarface,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Lydon,
Crime,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.