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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Johnny Clarke to the funk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
B.T. Express,
The Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ludus,
China Crisis,
Popol Vuh,
Erykah Badu,
Warsaw,
Jacob Miller,
Rapeman,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fortunes,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
Black Pus,
D'Angelo,
Delta 5,
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Depeche Mode,
Sun City Girls,
Public Enemy,
Deadbeat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Janne Schatter,
Grauzone,
The Misunderstood,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Foxx,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
Amazonics,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May,
Crooked Eye,
E-Dancer,
PIL,
Zapp,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick Morgan,
John Coltrane,
Pole,
Zero Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chrome,
Mars,
Minnie Riperton,
Metal Thangz,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy,
Swans,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.