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 Bangladesh and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Cluster to the rock 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rod Modell,
The Blues Magoos,
The Last Poets,
Goldenarms,
Make Up,
Mission of Burma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Piero Umiliani,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
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The Music Machine,
Zapp,
Moebius,
The Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Duran Duran,
John Cale,
Shoche,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Finger,
The Five Americans,
The Fortunes,
The Names,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
Nik Kershaw,
Warsaw,
David Axelrod,
Funky Four + One,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
the Bar-Kays,
Eden Ahbez,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blake Baxter,
Wings,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Massinfluence,
Sällskapet,
Soulsonic Force,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.