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 Iraq and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sisters of Mercy to the techno 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Stetsasonic,
Basic Channel,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
China Crisis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fatback Band,
Ronan,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Howard Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Sandy B,
KRS-One,
Maleditus Sound,
Skaos,
Motorama,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aural Exciters,
Sound Behaviour,
Unwound,
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U,
The J.B.'s,
10cc,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry's Kids,
Panda Bear,
Don Cherry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Whodini,
The Durutti Column,
Pharoah Sanders,
Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vainqueur,
Minor Threat,
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
Mars,
The Techniques,
Scion,
Average White Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.