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 Angola and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Quadrant to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flipper,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Halsall,
Rufus Thomas,
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drexciya,
The Motions,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Mills,
Intrusion,
Gang Green,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swans,
DNA,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
Sarah Menescal,
Goldenarms,
Tubeway Army,
Faraquet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pulsallama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kayak,
Radio Birdman,
Reuben Wilson,
Graham Central Station,
The Barracudas,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Organ,
Joe Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Cymande,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wolf Eyes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fall,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
Alton Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.