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 Mali and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
FM Einheit,
Don Cherry,
Little Man,
The Star Department,
Kerri Chandler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
Accadde A,
Grauzone,
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Litter,
Jacob Miller,
Junior Murvin,
Barry Ungar,
New York Dolls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fugs,
Darondo,
Maurizio,
Amazonics,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
Arthur Verocai,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Green,
KRS-One,
The Walker Brothers,
Jandek,
Reagan Youth,
Television Personalities,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare,
Freddie Wadling,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
The Trojans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed,
Skarface,
Jeff Mills,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
Quantec,
The Happenings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Halsall,
Infiniti,
Tommy Roe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sugar Minott,
ABBA,
Kas Product,
Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.