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 Spain and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moby Grape to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin,
the Slits,
Crime,
Scion,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
The Cramps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Walker Brothers,
Technova,
Pylon,
Kenny Larkin,
Aaron Thompson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rekid,
Arthur Verocai,
Agent Orange,
The Happenings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Sällskapet,
Bill Wells,
The Toasters,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-102,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Terry,
AZ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
D'Angelo,
U.S. Maple,
Boredoms,
The Names,
Schoolly D,
The Mummies,
Robert Wyatt,
Organ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
David Axelrod,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
Morten Harket,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.