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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar 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 Amazonics to the rock 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Infiniti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mad Mike,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Move,
The Fortunes,
Jawbox,
Essential Logic,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Can,
Lou Reed,
David Axelrod,
Kenny Larkin,
Mandrill,
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minutemen,
Freddie Wadling,
CMW,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
Ponytail,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
Bauhaus,
Sparks,
Dark Day,
David Bowie,
Yaz,
Soulsonic Force,
Cluster,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slick Rick,
Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
The Flesh Eaters,
The American Breed,
Unwound,
Jacques Brel,
Bob Dylan,
Pierre Henry,
Deakin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mission of Burma,
The Dirtbombs,
Blake Baxter,
Toni Rubio,
Marine Girls,
Moebius,
10cc,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.