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 Poland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Main Source to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 güiro and a snare 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Aswad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pere Ubu,
The Star Department,
Eden Ahbez,
Mark Hollis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantytec,
Intrusion,
Maleditus Sound,
Pagans,
Procol Harum,
Rapeman,
Black Pus,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terry Callier,
The Black Dice,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scrapy,
The Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Janne Schatter,
the Germs,
The Golliwogs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skriet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Young Marble Giants,
Swell Maps,
10cc,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
the Normal,
Freddie Wadling,
Pole,
Godley & Creme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Connie Case,
Fear,
The Names,
Brick,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Von Mondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.