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 Armenia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grauzone to the techno 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
PIL,
EPMD,
Rosa Yemen,
Quantec,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
Mark Hollis,
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
Rekid,
Public Enemy,
Archie Shepp,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Outsiders,
UT,
The Stooges,
Smog,
Japan,
OOIOO,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fortunes,
Nas,
The Pop Group,
Adolescents,
Main Source,
Yaz,
Mars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Bourne,
Index,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
Motorama,
Boogie Down Productions,
The J.B.'s,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare,
Mad Mike,
Altered Images,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
The Sonics,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound,
The Human League,
Robert Görl,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.