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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vainqueur to the jazz 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oneida,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dark Day,
Television Personalities,
The New Christs,
Pulsallama,
The Gladiators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultravox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donny Hathaway,
PIL,
Faraquet,
the Normal,
Young Marble Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy,
Tom Boy,
Subhumans,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed,
Davy DMX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective,
Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jandek,
Amon Düül II,
The Gories,
Barry Ungar,
The Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Mars,
The Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
The Associates,
Robert Wyatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
the Human League,
Massinfluence,
Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
Ice-T,
Leonard Cohen,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kayak,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
The Selecter,
The Mojo Men,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.