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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rufus Thomas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bauhaus,
Niagra,
Scan 7,
Trumans Water,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Excepter,
ABC,
Franke,
Newcleus,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
The Doors,
Glenn Branca,
Whodini,
John Coltrane,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
Average White Band,
The Toasters,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Near,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flipper,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scrapy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
Carl Craig,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wire,
Minor Threat,
Inner City,
Tears for Fears,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Golliwogs,
Eli Mardock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.