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 Peru and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 The Grass Roots to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sällskapet,
Kaleidoscope,
Silicon Teens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gong,
Echospace,
Mandrill,
The Red Krayola,
John Foxx,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suicide,
Deakin,
Reagan Youth,
The Vogues,
Howard Jones,
Hoover,
Zapp,
Scrapy,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sight & Sound,
Section 25,
T.S.O.L.,
The Five Americans,
Essential Logic,
Mad Mike,
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magma,
Lungfish,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marmalade,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dead C,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Age Steppers,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.