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 Dominica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Steve Hackett to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sister Nancy,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
Glenn Branca,
Pierre Henry,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gap Band,
the Normal,
Drexciya,
Howard Jones,
Accadde A,
Franke,
Barclay James Harvest,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
Sun City Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
Symarip,
Sound Behaviour,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Rod Modell,
Quantec,
Neil Young,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Wings,
Flipper,
Al Stewart,
Quadrant,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Copeland,
Popol Vuh,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oneida,
Metal Thangz,
the Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stereo Dub,
Rapeman,
Leonard Cohen,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
The Buckinghams,
Y Pants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.