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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Babytalk to the grime 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Sixth Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slits,
The Selecter,
Groovy Waters,
Ultravox,
Ken Boothe,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dennis Brown,
The Zeros,
Mary Jane Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hashim,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
Royal Trux,
Pere Ubu,
Drexciya,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerri Chandler,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Copeland,
The Stooges,
Desert Stars,
Connie Case,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bauhaus,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
Pierre Henry,
Bad Manners,
Infiniti,
Clear Light,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Tres Demented,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
Y Pants,
Section 25,
KRS-One,
Vladislav Delay,
Marmalade,
Jerry's Kids,
Deadbeat,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.