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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Leaves,
Nirvana,
Ponytail,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rekid,
Donald Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pole,
Black Bananas,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
Erasure,
H. Thieme,
ABBA,
The Skatalites,
The Cowsills,
X-101,
The Beau Brummels,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
Marmalade,
The Count Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maurizio,
Young Marble Giants,
The Kinks,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
Subhumans,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young,
Mad Mike,
The Divine Comedy,
Funky Four + One,
Davy DMX,
Yusef Lateef,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scan 7,
Eddi Front,
Bill Wells,
Malaria!,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ludus,
Guru Guru,
Anakelly,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.