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 Turkmenistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Idris Muhammad to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantytec,
Swans,
David Bowie,
Pere Ubu,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Sherman,
Newcleus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Suburban Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Glenn Branca,
Man Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Japan,
Godley & Creme,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nirvana,
The Martian,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Normal,
Nik Kershaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker,
Letta Mbulu,
Fear,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Liliput,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funkadelic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Sheep,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music,
The Buckinghams,
The Grass Roots,
Spoonie Gee,
The New Christs,
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Bar-Kays,
The Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.