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 China and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Sparks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
Thompson Twins,
kango's stein massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Scratch Acid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pulsallama,
Q and Not U,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
The J.B.'s,
Hoover,
Nas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Goldenarms,
Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Clear Light,
Sparks,
Das Ding,
Marc Almond,
Fluxion,
Marvin Gaye,
Whodini,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Smog,
One Last Wish,
Robert Hood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Motorama,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Morten Harket,
Josef K,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Susan Cadogan,
Delta 5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Organ,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Symarip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Panda Bear,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.