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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 John Foxx to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Gichy Dan,
Vainqueur,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
The Evens,
The Modern Lovers,
Ornette Coleman,
Sound Behaviour,
JFA,
The Searchers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
a-ha,
Infiniti,
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
The Velvet Underground,
Danielle Patucci,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
Reagan Youth,
The Real Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Agitation Free,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Juan Atkins,
The Moody Blues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers,
Judy Mowatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fall,
Section 25,
Pylon,
The Angels of Light,
The Motions,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skriet,
Arcadia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.