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 Peru and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pulsallama to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Lou Christie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
L. Decosne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
The Happenings,
The Five Americans,
Tubeway Army,
Thompson Twins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skarface,
Talk Talk,
The Searchers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Clear Light,
Charles Mingus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!,
James White and The Blacks,
The United States of America,
The Pretty Things,
Colin Newman,
Todd Rundgren,
Royal Trux,
Michelle Simonal,
Absolute Body Control,
The Velvet Underground,
Urselle,
The Fall,
The Monochrome Set,
Severed Heads,
Model 500,
Minutemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Litter,
Inner City,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
The Gun Club,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd,
Erasure,
Scion,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry's Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Bananas,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Green,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
Y Pants,
Porter Ricks,
Deadbeat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.