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 Turkey and from New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Model 500 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Star Department,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
Neu!,
The Raincoats,
R.M.O.,
Graham Central Station,
Henry Cow,
Lucky Dragons,
Sandy B,
Todd Terry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Malaria!,
The Searchers,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
The Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
Shuggie Otis,
New York Dolls,
Terry Callier,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Surgeon,
Marvin Gaye,
the Slits,
The Human League,
Magazine,
Vladislav Delay,
UT,
Lungfish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donald Byrd,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless,
The Zeros,
June Days,
The United States of America,
The Kinks,
New Order,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moleskins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Make Up,
Skriet,
Sound Behaviour,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang On A Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Christie,
Talk Talk,
Robert Wyatt,
Infiniti,
The Music Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.