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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Lindisfarne to the electroclash 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Section 25,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Severed Heads,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra,
One Last Wish,
Rufus Thomas,
The Tremeloes,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
Vainqueur,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gap Band,
Crooked Eye,
Moebius,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pole,
UT,
Sun City Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Fela Kuti,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Silicon Teens,
New Order,
KRS-One,
The Stooges,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Parrish,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Simply Red,
The Cowsills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Leaves,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
10cc,
Circle Jerks,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.