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 Haiti and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Inner City,
OOIOO,
Newcleus,
Minor Threat,
Maurizio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fall,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Fraelich,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lightning Bolt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Surgeon,
Arcadia,
U.S. Maple,
The Smiths,
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liliput,
Main Source,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
Janne Schatter,
The Skatalites,
Glenn Branca,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
Wings,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Buckinghams,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Womack,
the Slits,
Blancmange,
The Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
Buzzcocks,
UT,
Icehouse,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe,
The Associates,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
Nas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.