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 Argentina and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Grass Roots,
Severed Heads,
Symarip,
Amazonics,
Ultra Naté,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
KRS-One,
Faraquet,
Simply Red,
Fear,
Rod Modell,
Boredoms,
Godley & Creme,
Dual Sessions,
Supertramp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Michelle Simonal,
Donald Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville,
The Fuzztones,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
Grauzone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thee Headcoats,
Sister Nancy,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mr. Review,
Sunsets and Hearts,
China Crisis,
Spoonie Gee,
Dark Day,
Mandrill,
Slave,
Don Cherry,
Cluster,
Todd Rundgren,
Pulsallama,
Mo-Dettes,
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad,
ABBA,
ABC,
Inner City,
Pussy Galore,
Scratch Acid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Terry,
Talk Talk,
The Electric Prunes,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.