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 Vietnam and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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,
These Immortal Souls,
F. McDonald,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Christie,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cymande,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quadrant,
Loose Ends,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
Sex Pistols,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
E-Dancer,
Davy DMX,
Warren Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
The Slits,
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Zero Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dave Gahan,
Al Stewart,
Spoonie Gee,
Amazonics,
Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Ten City,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Terry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
Gang of Four,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
Charles Mingus,
The Five Americans,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.