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 Tajikistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Aaron Thompson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Rapeman,
Max Romeo,
Brick,
Wasted Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donald Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
The Five Americans,
Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Moebius,
the Swans,
Zapp,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
Youth Brigade,
The Slackers,
The Cure,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
The Smoke,
The Leaves,
Metal Thangz,
Deadbeat,
Hashim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
cv313,
The Modern Lovers,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Motions,
Aswad,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
Rakim,
Lyres,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young,
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Procol Harum,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Finger,
Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Marc Almond,
Pere Ubu,
the Soft Cell,
10cc,
The Searchers,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Axelrod,
Siglo XX,
Lakeside,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.