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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anthony Braxton to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Cramps,
Faraquet,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed,
Basic Channel,
Grauzone,
The Black Dice,
Byron Stingily,
Bob Dylan,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
John Holt,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Coltrane,
The Toasters,
D'Angelo,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sex Pistols,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Ultra Naté,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anthony Braxton,
The Residents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang of Four,
The Fortunes,
Motorama,
Charles Mingus,
Colin Newman,
Fugazi,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
The Litter,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moby Grape,
OOIOO,
Black Pus,
Reuben Wilson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Görl,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Remains,
The Last Poets,
Nas,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.