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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pantaleimon to the funk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The J.B.'s,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
KRS-One,
Jeff Mills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
The Toasters,
The Techniques,
Whodini,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Görl,
The Dave Clark Five,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Jawbox,
The Martian,
Angry Samoans,
Half Japanese,
Sonic Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Depeche Mode,
Roxette,
The Vogues,
10cc,
Inner City,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club,
Lungfish,
The Buckinghams,
The Index,
the Sonics,
Ituana,
The New Christs,
Supertramp,
Minnie Riperton,
the Normal,
Darondo,
PIL,
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.