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 Denmark and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun Ra to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
Heaven 17,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
Dennis Brown,
Bauhaus,
The Zeros,
The Saints,
The Sonics,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
Joey Negro,
Yaz,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cramps,
Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Eric Copeland,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cowsills,
Livin' Joy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wolf Eyes,
Desert Stars,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
Duran Duran,
Arcadia,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
This Heat,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nik Kershaw,
The Searchers,
Cluster,
Ronnie Foster,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang On A Can,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doors,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.