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 Cyprus and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Neil Young to the techno 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Halsall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drexciya,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Count Five,
Fear,
Erasure,
Ice-T,
Robert Wyatt,
New Order,
X-101,
Dual Sessions,
Alice Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spoonie Gee,
Swans,
Quadrant,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
FM Einheit,
Desert Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Star Department,
Soft Machine,
Talk Talk,
Popol Vuh,
10cc,
Swell Maps,
Joyce Sims,
the Association,
kango's stein massive,
Bauhaus,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Organ,
Nick Fraelich,
the Slits,
Stiv Bators,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
The Leaves,
Wire,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.