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 Gambia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grime 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Inner City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gories,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Standells,
Ultravox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
Television,
kango's stein massive,
Shoche,
Rotary Connection,
Metal Thangz,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Excepter,
The Music Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Fat Boys,
Bill Near,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Motions,
The Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Fluxion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids,
Brick,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crash Course in Science,
Ice-T,
Half Japanese,
Junior Murvin,
Underground Resistance,
Negative Approach,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Crooked Eye,
Joy Division,
the Human League,
Bill Wells,
AZ,
Jandek,
the Bar-Kays,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.