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 Albania and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Joey Negro to the disco 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
Q65,
Harry Pussy,
10cc,
DJ Style,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül II,
The Fuzztones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Youth Brigade,
Monolake,
Interpol,
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
a-ha,
Pharoah Sanders,
James White and The Blacks,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Sneak,
The Blackbyrds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Judy Mowatt,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantytec,
Little Man,
Jerry's Kids,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dawn Penn,
Joy Division,
Accadde A,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flipper,
Moby Grape,
X-101,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Terry,
Cybotron,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.