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 Mali and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Smoke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Hardrive,
Sparks,
The Remains,
U.S. Maple,
Tim Buckley,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Almond,
the Soft Cell,
Model 500,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker,
Whodini,
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
Bad Manners,
Essential Logic,
Sandy B,
Maurizio,
Delta 5,
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
Tommy Roe,
Cal Tjader,
Donny Hathaway,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
FM Einheit,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed,
Pussy Galore,
The Smiths,
Jawbox,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
Goldenarms,
Bauhaus,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Hill,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Dolphy,
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
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.