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 Benin and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 The Fugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Von Mondo,
Bill Wells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
New Age Steppers,
Kerri Chandler,
a-ha,
Alice Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Dead Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mo-Dettes,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
The Saints,
Sound Behaviour,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blackbyrds,
The Move,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faraquet,
Pylon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Grass Roots,
the Swans,
The Victims,
Model 500,
DJ Style,
Wings,
Talk Talk,
Hoover,
Circle Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
The Golliwogs,
The Young Rascals,
Man Parrish,
The Slits,
Oneida,
Sister Nancy,
Vainqueur,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.