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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-Ray Spex to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Doors,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most,
Moby Grape,
The Golliwogs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boredoms,
Nirvana,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Outsiders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moss Icon,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Slick Rick,
Jandek,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Subhumans,
Gong,
The Cramps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
Marine Girls,
The Cowsills,
The Motions,
Amazonics,
Tom Boy,
Quadrant,
Suburban Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Infiniti,
The Names,
Man Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Symarip,
Roger Hodgson,
Aswad,
Theoretical Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare,
Hardrive,
Ornette Coleman,
Freddie Wadling,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
Lyres,
Thee Headcoats,
Anakelly,
Leonard Cohen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oneida,
Archie Shepp,
Blake Baxter,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.