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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crash Course in Science to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Groovy Waters,
Zapp,
The Doobie Brothers,
B.T. Express,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
The Red Krayola,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
Howard Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Peter & Gordon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop,
ABC,
Surgeon,
Heaven 17,
Spoonie Gee,
Severed Heads,
The Slits,
the Human League,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joey Negro,
Pet Shop Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shuggie Otis,
Pere Ubu,
Unwound,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
Chris Corsano,
Judy Mowatt,
The Associates,
Boredoms,
Idris Muhammad,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter,
Barrington Levy,
Absolute Body Control,
LL Cool J,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun City Girls,
Quadrant,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mojo Men,
Livin' Joy,
Moebius,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.