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 Monaco and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the electroclash 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Ronan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
JFA,
The Wake,
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
The Stooges,
Popol Vuh,
Monolake,
Sight & Sound,
Erasure,
Unrelated Segments,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
Japan,
Arcadia,
Pylon,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Busters,
Warsaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Red Krayola,
Tom Boy,
Juan Atkins,
Funky Four + One,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Machine,
Clear Light,
Urselle,
Oneida,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skriet,
John Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Kaleidoscope,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul II Soul,
Thompson Twins,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
These Immortal Souls,
H. Thieme,
The Techniques,
Q and Not U,
Rekid,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.