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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 U.S. Maple to the jazz 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Pantaleimon,
Saccharine Trust,
Duran Duran,
Pulsallama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Intrusion,
Jawbox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boz Scaggs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Khruangbin,
Soulsonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Byron Stingily,
Brass Construction,
The Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Bang On A Can,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
The Wake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delta 5,
Stiv Bators,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Misunderstood,
The Motions,
June Days,
Glenn Branca,
Howard Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster,
The Invisible,
Nirvana,
The Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
The Birthday Party,
Michelle Simonal,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.