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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kinks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Hot Snakes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doors,
Minor Threat,
Eric Copeland,
Chrome,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Velvet Underground,
Faraquet,
The Selecter,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
Yellowson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Vogues,
Bluetip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
The Tremeloes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Negative Approach,
The Smoke,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Jawbox,
Jeff Mills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
The Dirtbombs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
One Last Wish,
Todd Rundgren,
Sixth Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
The Durutti Column,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Fraelich,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.