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 Guinea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 The Detroit Cobras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
The Angels of Light,
Roxy Music,
Parry Music,
Nirvana,
Ohio Players,
The Names,
Steve Hackett,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
Minor Threat,
Cal Tjader,
Joyce Sims,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
Subhumans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
The Barracudas,
Todd Terry,
Qualms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alice Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
The Associates,
Scion,
Hasil Adkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Underground Resistance,
cv313,
Laurel Aitken,
Sound Behaviour,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television Personalities,
The Black Dice,
Gichy Dan,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mojo Men,
Liliput,
Leonard Cohen,
Porter Ricks,
Newcleus,
Lou Christie,
Ludus,
Slave,
The Human League,
AZ,
James White and The Blacks,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.