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 Pakistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Juan Atkins to the dance 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman 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,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronnie Foster,
Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul II Soul,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warren Ellis,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
Mars,
Bobby Byrd,
Brick,
Mo-Dettes,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
Agitation Free,
Harmonia,
Anakelly,
Faust,
Oneida,
Don Cherry,
Arthur Verocai,
Max Romeo,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
DNA,
Letta Mbulu,
U.S. Maple,
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
cv313,
David Bowie,
Can,
Los Fastidios,
Nik Kershaw,
Mantronix,
Qualms,
New York Dolls,
Goldenarms,
Liliput,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
The Index,
Yaz,
Second Layer,
Interpol,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.