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 Afghanistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Count Five to the techno 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nils Olav,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
The Durutti Column,
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
Public Enemy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Offenders,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultra Naté,
Idris Muhammad,
Nas,
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
CMW,
The Gladiators,
Mark Hollis,
Negative Approach,
The Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
Bill Wells,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Flag,
Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smoke,
Eli Mardock,
The Busters,
ABC,
Rotary Connection,
Davy DMX,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Style,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hashim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joy Division,
Magazine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronnie Foster,
Sister Nancy,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slackers,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.