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 Ecuador and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Guru Guru to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a snare 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The New Christs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Traffic Nightmare,
JFA,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Second Layer,
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
The Cure,
Faraquet,
Infiniti,
Q and Not U,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
Flash Fearless,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lungfish,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
The Durutti Column,
U.S. Maple,
Depeche Mode,
Moby Grape,
Qualms,
AZ,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Pantytec,
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
Parry Music,
Crime,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doobie Brothers,
Severed Heads,
DNA,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Fraelich,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
Deepchord,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
Black Sheep,
Nik Kershaw,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.