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 Tunisia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Liliput to the disco 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Buzzcocks,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
Maleditus Sound,
The United States of America,
The Remains,
The Residents,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
Black Bananas,
Mandrill,
Blossom Toes,
Wasted Youth,
The New Christs,
Quando Quango,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang On A Can,
Black Pus,
Magazine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Television,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Womack,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
The Cramps,
Albert Ayler,
Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Ponytail,
Q and Not U,
The Skatalites,
Brick,
Graham Central Station,
48th St. Collective,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terrestrial Tones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Buckinghams,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.