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 Guyana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Joe Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Public Enemy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zero Boys,
the Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Zeros,
The Standells,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
MDC,
DNA,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smoke,
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Unrelated Segments,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Martian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
The Golliwogs,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
John Lydon,
Zapp,
Tres Demented,
The Slackers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill,
Porter Ricks,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Moon,
Quadrant,
The Fugs,
Al Stewart,
Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Adolescents,
Fear,
Das Ding,
The Gories,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cheater Slicks,
Funkadelic,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.