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 Singapore and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dave Gahan to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
Whodini,
Bobby Sherman,
Minor Threat,
Black Bananas,
Gong,
Dark Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonic Youth,
The Stooges,
Negative Approach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy,
Organ,
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
Black Flag,
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
The Invisible,
June of 44,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül,
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantytec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barrington Levy,
AZ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Circle Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Malaria!,
The Moleskins,
Monolake,
Warren Ellis,
Smog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
New Order,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
The Birthday Party,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.