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 Brunei and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moby Grape to the techno 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Pussy Galore,
The Cramps,
Soulsonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Accadde A,
The Martian,
The Moleskins,
Saccharine Trust,
Rakim,
Public Enemy,
The Young Rascals,
Deakin,
X-Ray Spex,
Morten Harket,
The Selecter,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
Joyce Sims,
Symarip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Finger,
Scrapy,
Shuggie Otis,
Altered Images,
Royal Trux,
Joe Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Lyres,
Scott Walker,
Crash Course in Science,
Michelle Simonal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warsaw,
Young Marble Giants,
PIL,
Can,
Urselle,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fat Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Panda Bear,
Kerri Chandler,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.