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 Finland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Urselle to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Can,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
Bush Tetras,
Aaron Thompson,
Althea and Donna,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pretty Things,
Roger Hodgson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Simply Red,
Barbara Tucker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
Inner City,
The United States of America,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
Letta Mbulu,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Lynne,
The Wake,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alison Limerick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Carl Craig,
Marc Almond,
Reuben Wilson,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül II,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boogie Down Productions,
cv313,
Pulsallama,
New Order,
Ultra Naté,
Roxette,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skriet,
Sun City Girls,
The Barracudas,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.