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 Tuvalu and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jerry's Kids to the funk 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
John Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Barbara Tucker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warsaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiohead,
Shoche,
Crooked Eye,
Section 25,
Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jawbox,
Sixth Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Funkadelic,
MDC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Circle Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roger Hodgson,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Rakim,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
Toni Rubio,
Tres Demented,
Little Man,
Slave,
Eric Dolphy,
Lyres,
Delta 5,
Donald Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
The Pretty Things,
Symarip,
Bush Tetras,
The Smiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter & Gordon,
Eve St. Jones,
Rekid,
Johnny Clarke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Essential Logic,
Morten Harket,
Oneida,
The Standells,
Alphaville,
Pagans,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.