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 Cuba and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Skriet to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Smog,
Anthony Braxton,
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
The Stooges,
Silicon Teens,
One Last Wish,
Tommy Roe,
Motorama,
Amon Düül II,
Ronnie Foster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
Basic Channel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tres Demented,
The Cure,
Goldenarms,
Anakelly,
Siglo XX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The J.B.'s,
Blancmange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
EPMD,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Absolute Body Control,
10cc,
David McCallum,
The Trojans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division,
Peter & Gordon,
Barrington Levy,
Sandy B,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
ABC,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
Soul II Soul,
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Franke,
The Red Krayola,
The Durutti Column,
The Misunderstood,
Royal Trux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.