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 Cambodia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Michelle Simonal,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
Barrington Levy,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
the Swans,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
Monks,
Skriet,
Maleditus Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Young Rascals,
Moebius,
10cc,
Royal Trux,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
The Fugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Deakin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Lalann,
Grey Daturas,
The Litter,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
The Victims,
R.M.O.,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
Mo-Dettes,
Dawn Penn,
Chris Corsano,
Agent Orange,
Gang of Four,
Arab on Radar,
Ornette Coleman,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Organ,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
Cheater Slicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warsaw,
Charles Mingus,
Skarface,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Funkadelic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Connie Case,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.