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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Detroit Cobras to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
PIL,
Talk Talk,
Animal Collective,
OOIOO,
Monks,
The Raincoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gong,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Techniques,
Neil Young,
Joe Finger,
K-Klass,
Funkadelic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep,
Altered Images,
Clear Light,
Trumans Water,
Graham Central Station,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
The Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Alton Ellis,
The Move,
The Victims,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
Popol Vuh,
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anakelly,
Gichy Dan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Misunderstood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
Sam Rivers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Albert Ayler,
Zero Boys,
Dead Boys,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.