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 Costa Rica and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sam Rivers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Hot Snakes,
Porter Ricks,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
Massinfluence,
Dead Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
Jawbox,
The J.B.'s,
Man Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
John Holt,
The Leaves,
Idris Muhammad,
Pussy Galore,
Swell Maps,
Carl Craig,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
CMW,
Model 500,
The Star Department,
kango's stein massive,
the Swans,
Skaos,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arcadia,
New Order,
Joyce Sims,
Davy DMX,
The Neon Judgement,
Camouflage,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Bourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
La Düsseldorf,
Section 25,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
Intrusion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
Bluetip,
PIL,
Deakin,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
Stetsasonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Outsiders,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.