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 Belarus and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 H. Thieme to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Gastr Del Sol,
The American Breed,
Bill Near,
Judy Mowatt,
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ossler,
K-Klass,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vainqueur,
Funky Four + One,
Scrapy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rekid,
Oblivians,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Bourne,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry's Kids,
Oneida,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
Audionom,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
Metal Thangz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
La Düsseldorf,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fall,
Scan 7,
Organ,
The Associates,
The Tremeloes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Moon,
New Age Steppers,
Aswad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Boredoms,
The Buckinghams,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Au Pairs,
Flipper,
The Residents,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.