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 Jordan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Little Man,
Magazine,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
World's Most,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Animal Collective,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sixth Finger,
Hot Snakes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
Half Japanese,
Hoover,
Make Up,
Duran Duran,
kango's stein massive,
Wings,
Warsaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Minny Pops,
The Fuzztones,
Howard Jones,
Inner City,
Chris & Cosey,
Prince Buster,
Alphaville,
Charles Mingus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Au Pairs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed,
Swell Maps,
La Düsseldorf,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
The Names,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
Symarip,
Severed Heads,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.