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 Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Infiniti,
Jawbox,
CMW,
Scan 7,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Main Source,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Nik Kershaw,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
Marine Girls,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Blancmange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
Bill Near,
48th St. Collective,
Sparks,
Swell Maps,
Goldenarms,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
Adolescents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Rufus Thomas,
Prince Buster,
The Doors,
Joey Negro,
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
Lucky Dragons,
Kas Product,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Hashim,
Lower 48,
Neil Young,
Connie Case,
Warren Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cowsills,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker,
Mars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.