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 Argentina and from London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Banda Bassotti to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Yellowson,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
KRS-One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
Liliput,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Morten Harket,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Normal,
Radiohead,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nils Olav,
The Shadows of Knight,
Excepter,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
The Pop Group,
Icehouse,
U.S. Maple,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
Ten City,
Darondo,
MC5,
Blossom Toes,
Bang On A Can,
Rotary Connection,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doors,
Sex Pistols,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barrington Levy,
Negative Approach,
Fat Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Surgeon,
The Seeds,
John Lydon,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
Terry Callier,
Jandek,
Girls At Our Best!,
Niagra,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.