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 Syria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bronski Beat to the punk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
The Monochrome Set,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers,
Angry Samoans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
Technova,
Nirvana,
Joe Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
MC5,
June of 44,
Graham Central Station,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pagans,
Idris Muhammad,
Jawbox,
Wire,
Deepchord,
Guru Guru,
Sandy B,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronnie Foster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zapp,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Motorama,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neu!,
Average White Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Dawn Penn,
Stetsasonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA,
Bronski Beat,
Suicide,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.