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 Malta and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Khruangbin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Whodini,
PIL,
Schoolly D,
The Knickerbockers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Iggy Pop,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
Jandek,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
K-Klass,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
Organ,
Oneida,
Spoonie Gee,
Ten City,
Rosa Yemen,
Quantec,
Technova,
Moby Grape,
Sister Nancy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quando Quango,
Dead Boys,
Dave Gahan,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
Yusef Lateef,
Wire,
the Association,
Suicide,
The Residents,
Tears for Fears,
Unwound,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
The Dirtbombs,
Glenn Branca,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
The Offenders,
World's Most,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.