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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiopuhelimet to the crunk 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eurythmics,
Parry Music,
The Count Five,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
Minnie Riperton,
Young Marble Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Television,
Barbara Tucker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faraquet,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Star Department,
Lightning Bolt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radio Birdman,
The Tremeloes,
Monolake,
The Smoke,
Basic Channel,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
The Dead C,
Silicon Teens,
R.M.O.,
New Age Steppers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Intrusion,
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Monks,
the Germs,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
Marc Almond,
Deadbeat,
Sparks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.