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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Fat Boys 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Gabor Szabo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Davy DMX,
Derrick Morgan,
Iggy Pop,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
The Techniques,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Bowie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cybotron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Massinfluence,
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu,
Mark Hollis,
Boogie Down Productions,
K-Klass,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Japan,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Association,
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Durutti Column,
Roxy Music,
Rekid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bob Dylan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T.S.O.L.,
The Black Dice,
The Zeros,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Red Krayola,
The Tremeloes,
Mad Mike,
Tropical Tobacco,
Albert Ayler,
Kurtis Blow,
Monks,
Parry Music,
10cc,
Black Pus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
Intrusion,
Skarface,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.