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 Bahrain and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 AZ to the grime 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed,
John Foxx,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cymande,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Carl Craig,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Durutti Column,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cowsills,
Kenny Larkin,
Niagra,
H. Thieme,
Lucky Dragons,
Joyce Sims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
the Normal,
Babytalk,
Whodini,
The Tremeloes,
Dark Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Dolphy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Connie Case,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Josef K,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang of Four,
Henry Cow,
Judy Mowatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Radio Birdman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fortunes,
The Star Department,
Terrestrial Tones,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hardrive,
Nico,
Mark Hollis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.