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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Eurythmics to the jazz 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
Faust,
Joyce Sims,
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
Country Teasers,
Carl Craig,
Simply Red,
Easy Going,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
The Associates,
The Gories,
The Moleskins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Organ,
The Invisible,
Cymande,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABC,
The United States of America,
Pantaleimon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
Tres Demented,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scratch Acid,
Pagans,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
Massinfluence,
Drive Like Jehu,
Silicon Teens,
Cecil Taylor,
Erasure,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.