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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rock 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxette,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
The Cure,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Busters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sugar Minott,
The Fuzztones,
Reagan Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Outsiders,
Vainqueur,
Motorama,
Yellowson,
Y Pants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alison Limerick,
Pagans,
The Raincoats,
Soft Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Newcleus,
DJ Sneak,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris Corsano,
The J.B.'s,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sonics,
The Names,
The Kinks,
Hasil Adkins,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Television Personalities,
Niagra,
Easy Going,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smiths,
Schoolly D,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
The Monochrome Set,
Morten Harket,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.