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 Namibia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiopuhelimet to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Pole,
The Barracudas,
Harmonia,
John Holt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Mills,
Half Japanese,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rakim,
The United States of America,
Excepter,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Faraquet,
Jerry's Kids,
Ice-T,
Bobby Womack,
Chris Corsano,
Dennis Brown,
Youth Brigade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barbara Tucker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Howard Jones,
Symarip,
Jawbox,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding,
Grauzone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slick Rick,
Kas Product,
Swans,
Terry Callier,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Standells,
Sparks,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronan,
Royal Trux,
Marine Girls,
Interpol,
Crime,
Dead Boys,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.