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 Ghana and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boredoms to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and a clarinet 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Barrington Levy,
Schoolly D,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Von Mondo,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donny Hathaway,
X-102,
Massinfluence,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Bourne,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lower 48,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Teasers,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
Joey Negro,
Crooked Eye,
Excepter,
Kerri Chandler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soulsonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick May,
Second Layer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marine Girls,
Aural Exciters,
The Names,
Sam Rivers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slave,
Marmalade,
Organ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slits,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pussy Galore,
Loose Ends,
The Monochrome Set,
the Human League,
Ice-T,
Alice Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Germs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.