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 Panama and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the dance 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
B.T. Express,
The Vogues,
Interpol,
Icehouse,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang of Four,
Rotary Connection,
Ken Boothe,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül,
Tim Buckley,
Graham Central Station,
Scrapy,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Bar-Kays,
Idris Muhammad,
Goldenarms,
The Pretty Things,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dual Sessions,
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
New Age Steppers,
Pagans,
New Order,
Massinfluence,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
Bad Manners,
Gichy Dan,
Scientists,
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
Procol Harum,
Kas Product,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Womack,
Agitation Free,
Byron Stingily,
Underground Resistance,
Mo-Dettes,
The Birthday Party,
Marine Girls,
Public Enemy,
T.S.O.L.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magazine,
D'Angelo,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.