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 Bahamas and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pole 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Icehouse,
Barbara Tucker,
Althea and Donna,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zero Boys,
Nils Olav,
Skaos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blake Baxter,
Bush Tetras,
Morten Harket,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Symarip,
K-Klass,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The J.B.'s,
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Carl Craig,
Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gap Band,
Yaz,
Harmonia,
T. Rex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Lynne,
Al Stewart,
Brick,
Porter Ricks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cramps,
the Normal,
Deadbeat,
Glenn Branca,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gories,
The Count Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
Darondo,
Sun Ra,
Das Ding,
Ronnie Foster,
Visage,
Warsaw,
Sandy B,
Gichy Dan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drexciya,
Hashim,
Soft Machine,
Ossler,
Anthony Braxton,
Lindisfarne,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.