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 Madagascar and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Heaven 17 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Godley & Creme,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sexual Harrassment,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scratch Acid,
Loose Ends,
Agent Orange,
Brand Nubian,
the Association,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MDC,
Hashim,
The Tremeloes,
John Lydon,
Mission of Burma,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cameo,
Yaz,
The Blues Magoos,
Livin' Joy,
Archie Shepp,
Scan 7,
David Bowie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rapeman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiohead,
DNA,
Simply Red,
Ohio Players,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Hood,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Almond,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
The Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
The Pop Group,
a-ha,
Funkadelic,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Royal Trux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Index,
Lakeside,
Ice-T,
Dawn Penn,
Rosa Yemen,
Siglo XX,
Nas,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.