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 Austria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Toasters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Cheater Slicks,
Tim Buckley,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
Ronnie Foster,
David McCallum,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marvin Gaye,
Rotary Connection,
Brothers Johnson,
Brass Construction,
Mad Mike,
The Five Americans,
Graham Central Station,
F. McDonald,
10cc,
Mo-Dettes,
Arthur Verocai,
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gun Club,
Schoolly D,
Radio Birdman,
Ultra Naté,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scion,
The Sound,
The Sonics,
ABC,
The Evens,
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh,
The Gladiators,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Groovy Waters,
Freddie Wadling,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
Adolescents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boz Scaggs,
Pylon,
Pulsallama,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.