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 Nepal and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rites of Spring to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
Franke,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
Niagra,
Eric Dolphy,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
Index,
Moss Icon,
Wasted Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siglo XX,
CMW,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sister Nancy,
Lalann,
Soulsonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Lindisfarne,
the Normal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smiths,
Marmalade,
Donald Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Metal Thangz,
Crime,
Kaleidoscope,
F. McDonald,
The Searchers,
Janne Schatter,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Rundgren,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron,
Marvin Gaye,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Japan,
Adolescents,
June Days,
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
Johnny Clarke,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lightning Bolt,
Althea and Donna,
Flash Fearless,
Jacques Brel,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.