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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barbara Tucker to the rock 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Dolphy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Bauhaus,
Arthur Verocai,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minny Pops,
June Days,
The New Christs,
Audionom,
Goldenarms,
Cybotron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Los Fastidios,
Hashim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mark Hollis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy,
Black Moon,
Patti Smith,
Lower 48,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
Godley & Creme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pop Group,
Aural Exciters,
L. Decosne,
The Litter,
Radio Birdman,
Camberwell Now,
Nas,
Sight & Sound,
The Busters,
Quadrant,
In Retrospect,
B.T. Express,
Donald Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.