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 Senegal and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Monolake,
Nils Olav,
The Vogues,
Janne Schatter,
Black Moon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits,
The Gap Band,
The J.B.'s,
Kerrie Biddell,
Guru Guru,
Man Parrish,
Joy Division,
Yellowson,
kango's stein massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra,
Saccharine Trust,
Eden Ahbez,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
Amon Düül,
Goldenarms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
Erasure,
The Saints,
Das Ding,
Popol Vuh,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills,
the Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris Corsano,
Glenn Branca,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
Roxette,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
Loose Ends,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
Black Sheep,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
Masters at Work,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.