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 Bulgaria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Reagan Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Sound,
The Gladiators,
A Certain Ratio,
Shuggie Otis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Alphaville,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minutemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
Marine Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Von Mondo,
Icehouse,
Barbara Tucker,
10cc,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Saccharine Trust,
Godley & Creme,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
Aswad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Dark Day,
Altered Images,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
Johnny Clarke,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Count Five,
Das Ding,
Robert Wyatt,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Style,
The Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Machine,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
Lightning Bolt,
Funky Four + One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delta 5,
New Order,
Alice Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Skaos,
Bang On A Can,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.