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 Paraguay and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sandy B to the crunk 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Hoover,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gories,
New York Dolls,
Kurtis Blow,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Count Five,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
Wire,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Technova,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
Sam Rivers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Juan Atkins,
The Dirtbombs,
CMW,
Robert Görl,
Spandau Ballet,
Bluetip,
Alison Limerick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rosa Yemen,
Trumans Water,
Ohio Players,
FM Einheit,
Intrusion,
Fatback Band,
Arcadia,
Nik Kershaw,
Brass Construction,
The Martian,
Zero Boys,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
Stetsasonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skriet,
The Leaves,
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
The Walker Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang On A Can,
Schoolly D,
Rites of Spring,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Lynne,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
Au Pairs,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.