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 Maldives and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 The Zeros to the grunge 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Stetsasonic,
Hardrive,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
Swans,
The Index,
DNA,
Subhumans,
Lindisfarne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül,
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
The Monks,
Quadrant,
Sällskapet,
Stiv Bators,
Ohio Players,
Section 25,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
Prince Buster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Finger,
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
Marc Almond,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Inner City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues,
The Evens,
DJ Style,
Bill Near,
The Star Department,
Thompson Twins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker,
Franke,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Steve Hackett,
Joensuu 1685,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
cv313,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.