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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Rakim to the rock 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a guitar 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick Morgan,
Fat Boys,
Intrusion,
Radiohead,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Real Kids,
Suburban Knight,
The Residents,
Swans,
Charles Mingus,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacob Miller,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Copeland,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funkadelic,
Joe Finger,
Minutemen,
Sun City Girls,
Deepchord,
Little Man,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas,
These Immortal Souls,
The Martian,
Zero Boys,
Gong,
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
Camouflage,
Barrington Levy,
Piero Umiliani,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Prince Buster,
Spoonie Gee,
Terry Callier,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
Mission of Burma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.