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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 This Heat to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Walker Brothers,
MC5,
Brass Construction,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Con Funk Shun,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agitation Free,
The Gun Club,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxette,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
L. Decosne,
A Certain Ratio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultra Naté,
Scion,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
The Durutti Column,
The Stooges,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
DJ Sneak,
Judy Mowatt,
Goldenarms,
Todd Rundgren,
Pulsallama,
Kaleidoscope,
Nas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roger Hodgson,
Bob Dylan,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
Animal Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Maurizio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Bourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swell Maps,
PIL,
Scott Walker,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.