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 Guinea-Bissau and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
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 David Bowie 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 Junior Murvin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
Jawbox,
The Wake,
Sister Nancy,
Radiohead,
Barrington Levy,
The Raincoats,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
Guru Guru,
Nils Olav,
Excepter,
Lalann,
Scrapy,
the Germs,
Cameo,
a-ha,
UT,
Quantec,
Lightning Bolt,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim,
Graham Central Station,
Little Man,
Moby Grape,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oblivians,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Scan 7,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Happenings,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
DJ Sneak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pulsallama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mojo Men,
Danielle Patucci,
LL Cool J,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Newcleus,
Rites of Spring,
Dorothy Ashby,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.