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 Mozambique and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
Sugar Minott,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
Absolute Body Control,
Brick,
The Dead C,
The Modern Lovers,
Sparks,
Eurythmics,
Khruangbin,
Desert Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cramps,
Masters at Work,
the Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Susan Cadogan,
Marine Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gabor Szabo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
The Martian,
Derrick May,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
Blancmange,
DJ Sneak,
the Association,
Peter and Kerry,
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ossler,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
The Standells,
This Heat,
Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Durutti Column,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
Yaz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tres Demented,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fela Kuti,
Nas,
Gang Starr,
New Order,
Patti Smith,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.