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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Mantronix,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
Sound Behaviour,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
Slave,
Moby Grape,
Tears for Fears,
The Gap Band,
The Techniques,
Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
Excepter,
Roxette,
Howard Jones,
ABBA,
Gichy Dan,
One Last Wish,
Underground Resistance,
Delta 5,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Normal,
Zero Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
D'Angelo,
AZ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Litter,
Duran Duran,
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
The Pretty Things,
Iggy Pop,
48th St. Collective,
Warsaw,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
Animal Collective,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
Buzzcocks,
Joyce Sims,
Laurel Aitken,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
The Cramps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Patti Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monks,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.