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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Procol Harum to the disco 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Camouflage,
Qualms,
Outsiders,
Essential Logic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deakin,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
Barrington Levy,
Soul II Soul,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
MC5,
The Standells,
U.S. Maple,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jandek,
Kerri Chandler,
Archie Shepp,
Lucky Dragons,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
Brand Nubian,
The Saints,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faust,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Enemy,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
The Knickerbockers,
Kaleidoscope,
Kayak,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Womack,
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
Spoonie Gee,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fall,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Sound Behaviour,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris Corsano,
Guru Guru,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
The United States of America,
CMW,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.