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 Congo and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barracudas to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
Nico,
Zapp,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Depeche Mode,
Wire,
Alton Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Severed Heads,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
Lower 48,
Monolake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
R.M.O.,
Minor Threat,
Black Sheep,
Black Bananas,
The Gladiators,
Mark Hollis,
Colin Newman,
Spandau Ballet,
Lyres,
Moby Grape,
L. Decosne,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
John Holt,
Todd Rundgren,
Sparks,
Peter & Gordon,
Tears for Fears,
the Swans,
Skarface,
Schoolly D,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Simply Red,
June Days,
The Motions,
The Offenders,
Radio Birdman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Mills,
The Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Shoche,
The Human League,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.