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 Brazil and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grime 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Crime,
Thompson Twins,
Scion,
Davy DMX,
Japan,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
Mars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
The Motions,
U.S. Maple,
kango's stein massive,
Fluxion,
Alphaville,
Nirvana,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Prunes,
Television,
The Saints,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick May,
Moss Icon,
The Dirtbombs,
Can,
Magma,
Neu!,
Pierre Henry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Christie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry's Kids,
The Move,
Dawn Penn,
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacques Brel,
Second Layer,
Ronnie Foster,
Janne Schatter,
EPMD,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Sheep,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.