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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 The Dirtbombs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
Quando Quango,
The Skatalites,
Gastr Del Sol,
Simply Red,
Fluxion,
Parry Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
One Last Wish,
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
The New Christs,
Pussy Galore,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Glenn Branca,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
Maurizio,
Schoolly D,
Alton Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Spoonie Gee,
Erasure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Babytalk,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
The Gun Club,
Mandrill,
Fear,
Hashim,
Lakeside,
Chris Corsano,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skarface,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gichy Dan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.