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 Bahrain and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Iggy Pop to the rock 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pretty Things,
Unwound,
Patti Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Sam Rivers,
Au Pairs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
Lightning Bolt,
Danielle Patucci,
the Association,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
The Last Poets,
Basic Channel,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flash Fearless,
John Lydon,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Ronnie Foster,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
The Busters,
U.S. Maple,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yellowson,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oblivians,
Faust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Terry,
Parry Music,
The Remains,
Radiohead,
Quadrant,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
Ultra Naté,
Negative Approach,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
Roger Hodgson,
Cluster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.