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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rock 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dead Boys,
Simply Red,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
K-Klass,
Q and Not U,
The J.B.'s,
FM Einheit,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
Goldenarms,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters,
Harmonia,
The Barracudas,
ABBA,
The Misunderstood,
Alison Limerick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Susan Cadogan,
Crime,
Au Pairs,
Peter & Gordon,
This Heat,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
DNA,
Audionom,
Cymande,
Pagans,
Lalann,
Royal Trux,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang of Four,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slick Rick,
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.