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 Marshall Islands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 La Düsseldorf 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Nirvana,
Pylon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
These Immortal Souls,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
Banda Bassotti,
Warren Ellis,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
Skarface,
Pulsallama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Stetsasonic,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Vogues,
Hashim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Sex Pistols,
Cymande,
Pantytec,
the Normal,
Newcleus,
Sun City Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
CMW,
Joyce Sims,
Iggy Pop,
Junior Murvin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smiths,
Bobby Womack,
Monolake,
Terrestrial Tones,
U.S. Maple,
Marmalade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Icehouse,
Bobby Byrd,
New Order,
Fat Boys,
Simply Red,
The Blackbyrds,
The Searchers,
Adolescents,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
The Seeds,
The Evens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ken Boothe,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.