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 Brazil and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Mills to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and an organ 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Wasted Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Easy Going,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
Mars,
Liliput,
The Litter,
Rites of Spring,
Hardrive,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers,
The Five Americans,
The Leaves,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
The Fugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
Public Enemy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Last Poets,
Little Man,
Guru Guru,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
Rapeman,
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
Shoche,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Newcleus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
The Busters,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Los Fastidios,
John Holt,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Black Dice,
Jawbox,
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blossom Toes,
The Seeds,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.