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 Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the techno 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Axelrod,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
The Names,
Pagans,
Faust,
Lalann,
Rotary Connection,
Masters at Work,
OOIOO,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Motorama,
Ultra Naté,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Saints,
Mad Mike,
Bill Near,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Main Source,
Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sister Nancy,
Fluxion,
The Fuzztones,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sugar Minott,
Boredoms,
ABC,
Excepter,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Graham Central Station,
The Fugs,
Joe Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
The Count Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
Little Man,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.