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 Somalia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 the Sonics to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
Robert Hood,
Cybotron,
R.M.O.,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
The Golliwogs,
Goldenarms,
New York Dolls,
Zero Boys,
Anakelly,
The Dead C,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slits,
DNA,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Womack,
X-101,
D'Angelo,
Lakeside,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Second Layer,
Ultravox,
Neu!,
The Doors,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
Harmonia,
Camouflage,
Kaleidoscope,
the Bar-Kays,
Lower 48,
Intrusion,
Main Source,
Nico,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Godley & Creme,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
Scrapy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
Metal Thangz,
Whodini,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T. Rex,
Ludus,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.