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 Liberia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Qualms to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Victims,
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker,
Steve Hackett,
Royal Trux,
Marine Girls,
Ohio Players,
The Fall,
Harry Pussy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Al Stewart,
Model 500,
Harmonia,
OOIOO,
Barbara Tucker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department,
Parry Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pere Ubu,
Minutemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Skarface,
The Knickerbockers,
Visage,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
World's Most,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
DNA,
K-Klass,
The Smiths,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mars,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
Bill Wells,
The Saints,
cv313,
Black Moon,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Young Marble Giants,
Y Pants,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber 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.