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 Vietnam and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Smooth to the grime 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers,
Marvin Gaye,
Pole,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minny Pops,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Freddie Wadling,
Pere Ubu,
Yellowson,
The Gap Band,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grauzone,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn,
the Germs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Technova,
Eddi Front,
Quando Quango,
Depeche Mode,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Fraelich,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fall,
John Holt,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nirvana,
Gichy Dan,
Chris Corsano,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pet Shop Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
Cymande,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Y Pants,
Radiohead,
Pagans,
Symarip,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.