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 Monaco and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Intrusion to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wings,
Public Enemy,
John Foxx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Parrish,
Nils Olav,
EPMD,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
Oneida,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Moon,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Almond,
Wire,
Infiniti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Music Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Livin' Joy,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
Excepter,
Yazoo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra,
The Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Technova,
The Martian,
Joy Division,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Green,
Kevin Saunderson,
Silicon Teens,
Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Main Source,
Pagans,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.