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 Greece and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Mantronix 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marine Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Guru Guru,
Albert Ayler,
Outsiders,
The Count Five,
Quantec,
Altered Images,
Von Mondo,
Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Sneak,
Camberwell Now,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joensuu 1685,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kurtis Blow,
Ornette Coleman,
Rufus Thomas,
Junior Murvin,
Faust,
The Victims,
Deepchord,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The J.B.'s,
The Names,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joey Negro,
Pantaleimon,
MDC,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Nirvana,
ABC,
Subhumans,
The Pretty Things,
Minutemen,
Intrusion,
Roger Hodgson,
Monks,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.