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 Panama and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 UT to the rap 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Goldenarms,
Brothers Johnson,
The Standells,
Grauzone,
The Slackers,
Babytalk,
Dark Day,
Davy DMX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lucky Dragons,
Main Source,
Piero Umiliani,
Arab on Radar,
The Names,
Negative Approach,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultra Naté,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
Pharoah Sanders,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gun Club,
Pantytec,
FM Einheit,
Ohio Players,
Yusef Lateef,
The Black Dice,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy,
Motorama,
Harmonia,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
Ronnie Foster,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Modern Lovers,
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
Prince Buster,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
Radio Birdman,
Soulsonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Wolf Eyes,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Almond,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.