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 Sweden and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Soft Cell to the funk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 guitar and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
Lindisfarne,
The Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young,
DNA,
The Star Department,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scion,
Liliput,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
Siglo XX,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
Joe Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Skarface,
Fluxion,
Susan Cadogan,
Maurizio,
Yaz,
Wasted Youth,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
Pagans,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
The Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Depeche Mode,
Janne Schatter,
Suburban Knight,
The Standells,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
EPMD,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slits,
Qualms,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Piero Umiliani,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.