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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Saints to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
the Soft Cell,
The Remains,
H. Thieme,
Boredoms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nico,
The Raincoats,
Marc Almond,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ponytail,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Accadde A,
Silicon Teens,
John Holt,
The Zeros,
FM Einheit,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flipper,
Kas Product,
Toni Rubio,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
The Residents,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Colin Newman,
AZ,
The Mojo Men,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Saints,
Todd Rundgren,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese,
The Kinks,
Zero Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
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.