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 South Sudan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 cv313 to the disco 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland,
Suburban Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Cluster,
The Associates,
John Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Kerri Chandler,
The Modern Lovers,
Mars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Idris Muhammad,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Flipper,
Sun Ra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camberwell Now,
Massinfluence,
The Zeros,
Parry Music,
Jandek,
Subhumans,
Ornette Coleman,
Royal Trux,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
AZ,
Vladislav Delay,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultra Naté,
Stiv Bators,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
The Music Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Severed Heads,
Suicide,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Barracudas,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Radiopuhelimet,
Graham Central Station,
Hot Snakes,
Public Enemy,
Television,
Colin Newman,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.