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 Iran and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pole,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Foxx,
R.M.O.,
Lyres,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
Black Sheep,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
Nas,
Lucky Dragons,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style,
Bluetip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet,
Main Source,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultimate Spinach,
AZ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ornette Coleman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Whodini,
Fat Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Clarke,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
Jawbox,
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tom Boy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
Wings,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.