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 Kenya and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Procol Harum to the punk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO,
The Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxette,
Ossler,
Rites of Spring,
The Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Outsiders,
The Smiths,
Funky Four + One,
Laurel Aitken,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Erasure,
Brand Nubian,
Jandek,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
Rod Modell,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moleskins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dark Day,
The Young Rascals,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Joy Division,
Ituana,
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
Patti Smith,
World's Most,
Gabor Szabo,
KRS-One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rosa Yemen,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
Agitation Free,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
Niagra,
One Last Wish,
Eddi Front,
Saccharine Trust,
Fatback Band,
Ohio Players,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.