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 France and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 F. McDonald to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Basic Channel,
Camberwell Now,
Scion,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hot Snakes,
The Gladiators,
The Stooges,
The Invisible,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Copeland,
Television,
Yaz,
The Martian,
Barry Ungar,
The Evens,
The Blackbyrds,
John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Moebius,
Oneida,
Mars,
Laurel Aitken,
Mantronix,
Kerrie Biddell,
Circle Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funky Four + One,
Eric B and Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros,
Monolake,
Anthony Braxton,
The Angels of Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül,
Los Fastidios,
Gichy Dan,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
10cc,
KRS-One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.