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 Lithuania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Arthur Verocai to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
Excepter,
The Happenings,
Youth Brigade,
Crime,
Nils Olav,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Kinks,
Robert Hood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nation of Ulysses,
China Crisis,
Hardrive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T.S.O.L.,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Residents,
The Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande,
OOIOO,
The Move,
The Moody Blues,
The Gladiators,
Lightning Bolt,
Pussy Galore,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funkadelic,
Eric Copeland,
Black Moon,
The Smiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
The Real Kids,
Aswad,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Underground Resistance,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
Accadde A,
Henry Cow,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.