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 Mauritania and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Section 25 to the dance 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
K-Klass,
Roger Hodgson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Black Dice,
Unwound,
The United States of America,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sparks,
L. Decosne,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
Bill Near,
Freddie Wadling,
Half Japanese,
Sex Pistols,
Kenny Larkin,
Fad Gadget,
Rotary Connection,
The Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
Moss Icon,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultra Naté,
Erasure,
Spoonie Gee,
Quadrant,
Parry Music,
Donald Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Stockholm Monsters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
H. Thieme,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angry Samoans,
Erykah Badu,
Babytalk,
T. Rex,
The Vogues,
Livin' Joy,
Cluster,
MDC,
Andrew Hill,
Pussy Galore,
Minutemen,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.