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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Rundgren to the techno 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Angry Samoans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roger Hodgson,
Crooked Eye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalann,
Minny Pops,
Can,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dennis Brown,
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin,
Bush Tetras,
the Human League,
Visage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agent Orange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
Ten City,
Con Funk Shun,
Excepter,
Brand Nubian,
Isaac Hayes,
Sam Rivers,
Mission of Burma,
Chris Corsano,
Pussy Galore,
Laurel Aitken,
Y Pants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Hot Snakes,
the Germs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-Ray Spex,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cramps,
Youth Brigade,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
Bauhaus,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.