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 Cameroon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Moody Blues to the crunk 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a rhodes 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Gun Club,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sarah Menescal,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Organ,
Section 25,
Nirvana,
Mark Hollis,
Gang of Four,
Fat Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fortunes,
Rites of Spring,
Kurtis Blow,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Porter Ricks,
The Blackbyrds,
Skriet,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
Yusef Lateef,
Kayak,
Mo-Dettes,
cv313,
Saccharine Trust,
Skaos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faust,
Mr. Review,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
Livin' Joy,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bush Tetras,
Oblivians,
Cameo,
Whodini,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gladiators,
The Misunderstood,
Desert Stars,
Neu!,
Joe Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.