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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Banda Bassotti to the dance 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Depeche Mode,
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes,
Talk Talk,
Pere Ubu,
Lakeside,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wings,
Neu!,
Smog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
T. Rex,
Brothers Johnson,
Porter Ricks,
The Red Krayola,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra,
Zero Boys,
Ronan,
OOIOO,
John Holt,
Unwound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Christie,
Youth Brigade,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Panda Bear,
Lyres,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bauhaus,
The Move,
John Foxx,
Lindisfarne,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacques Brel,
Ludus,
Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Loose Ends,
10cc,
Pulsallama,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker,
Ten City,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
Scan 7,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.