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 Fiji and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grunge 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
R.M.O.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Smooth,
PIL,
Smog,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things,
Rod Modell,
The Count Five,
Motorama,
The Names,
Rapeman,
New Age Steppers,
Kurtis Blow,
Unwound,
Underground Resistance,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ohio Players,
The New Christs,
The Kinks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Goldenarms,
Joe Finger,
The United States of America,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Godley & Creme,
The Gun Club,
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry,
Grey Daturas,
Popol Vuh,
Dark Day,
Man Parrish,
Wire,
Nirvana,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Icehouse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Inner City,
Soul II Soul,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eden Ahbez,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
Leonard Cohen,
Warsaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Vainqueur,
Ronnie Foster,
Quantec,
The Index,
Aswad,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.