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 Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young to the grime 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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Erasure,
Motorama,
Tim Buckley,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
KRS-One,
OOIOO,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deakin,
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mars,
Mad Mike,
The Sound,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Janne Schatter,
Grauzone,
The Cramps,
Cymande,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
The Raincoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Outsiders,
F. McDonald,
8 Eyed Spy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Technova,
Alison Limerick,
Inner City,
Todd Terry,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Neon Judgement,
Bluetip,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Freddie Wadling,
Lyres,
Monks,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Near,
Schoolly D,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.