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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Unwound to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Massinfluence,
Alton Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Sparks,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Henry Cow,
New York Dolls,
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Sneak,
Pagans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacques Brel,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Godley & Creme,
Mission of Burma,
Crime,
Pere Ubu,
Fugazi,
Bang On A Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
Kevin Saunderson,
Basic Channel,
Moby Grape,
The Zeros,
The Blackbyrds,
Technova,
the Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fugs,
H. Thieme,
Symarip,
Amazonics,
Niagra,
Soulsonic Force,
CMW,
Janne Schatter,
Morten Harket,
The Victims,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.