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 United Kingdom and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Angels of Light to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a rhodes 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
David Bowie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bush Tetras,
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quadrant,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
Stereo Dub,
Nas,
Brick,
Toni Rubio,
Roxette,
The Trojans,
Mandrill,
Donny Hathaway,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quantec,
Eurythmics,
Harmonia,
Rhythm & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jandek,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
the Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Standells,
The Knickerbockers,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül,
The Music Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
Lucky Dragons,
Godley & Creme,
D'Angelo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Japan,
Drexciya,
Oneida,
Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Lalann,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
Colin Newman,
June of 44,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.