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 Taiwan and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Cramps to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Cure,
X-102,
Blossom Toes,
Khruangbin,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Lower 48,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Ronan,
Jacob Miller,
Oneida,
K-Klass,
The Beau Brummels,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blake Baxter,
Thompson Twins,
John Coltrane,
The Index,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nico,
Au Pairs,
FM Einheit,
The Invisible,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Copeland,
Jawbox,
H. Thieme,
Black Pus,
Mo-Dettes,
Brothers Johnson,
Dead Boys,
Delta 5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
OOIOO,
the Soft Cell,
Slave,
The Stooges,
Toni Rubio,
Popol Vuh,
Sparks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Dave Gahan,
Colin Newman,
X-101,
CMW,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
The Evens,
The Motions,
Youth Brigade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.