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 Togo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Masters at Work to the crunk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Oblivians,
Jandek,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Standells,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thee Headcoats,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Normal,
Television,
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Funkadelic,
Patti Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suburban Knight,
K-Klass,
Brand Nubian,
Altered Images,
Outsiders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
Fear,
Audionom,
Ludus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anakelly,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
Toni Rubio,
Scan 7,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funky Four + One,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.