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 Uzbekistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rap 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boz Scaggs,
Scan 7,
Eli Mardock,
Lyres,
Suicide,
Tom Boy,
a-ha,
Cameo,
Chrome,
Rosa Yemen,
Fat Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
Neil Young,
Model 500,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dark Day,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Procol Harum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Accadde A,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
Tim Buckley,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Copeland,
Scion,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
Clear Light,
Suburban Knight,
New Order,
Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
Marmalade,
Peter and Kerry,
Fatback Band,
Japan,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deakin,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slackers,
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.