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 Latvia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
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 clarinet 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the funk 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Subhumans,
Bobby Byrd,
Maurizio,
The Buckinghams,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
F. McDonald,
Connie Case,
The Skatalites,
Sonic Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Little Man,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Real Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed,
Boredoms,
Slick Rick,
Bad Manners,
Cecil Taylor,
CMW,
Shuggie Otis,
Scratch Acid,
Fluxion,
The Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
the Germs,
Junior Murvin,
Public Enemy,
Metal Thangz,
Fela Kuti,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Altered Images,
MC5,
Barry Ungar,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
a-ha,
The Neon Judgement,
Frankie Knuckles,
Model 500,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Star Department,
Tim Buckley,
DNA,
the Association,
Erykah Badu,
Niagra,
The Remains,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
The Leaves,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Finger,
Marmalade,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.