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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Trumans Water to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
The Buckinghams,
Cluster,
The Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
This Heat,
Slick Rick,
The Zeros,
The Golliwogs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Japan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monolake,
Scott Walker,
Sällskapet,
Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Lakeside,
Warsaw,
Lyres,
Interpol,
48th St. Collective,
the Slits,
Heaven 17,
Arcadia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marshall Jefferson,
China Crisis,
Talk Talk,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Fugazi,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fatback Band,
The Standells,
The Real Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
The Stooges,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Funky Four + One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vainqueur,
New Order,
B.T. Express,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.