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 Iceland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 In Retrospect to the crunk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT,
Zero Boys,
John Lydon,
Radio Birdman,
Mantronix,
The Vogues,
Ice-T,
Lindisfarne,
Quando Quango,
Black Moon,
Patti Smith,
Derrick May,
Boz Scaggs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
The Fugs,
Blancmange,
The Residents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Durutti Column,
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
John Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Outsiders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stereo Dub,
Albert Ayler,
48th St. Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Excepter,
Cecil Taylor,
Newcleus,
Warren Ellis,
Qualms,
Youth Brigade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerri Chandler,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Janne Schatter,
Yellowson,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers,
Quantec,
Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mr. Review,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.