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 Jamaica and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 FM Einheit to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Slackers,
The Angels of Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Model 500,
Iggy Pop,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
Cameo,
Rotary Connection,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
Prince Buster,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mad Mike,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Reuben Wilson,
Magma,
Liliput,
Cluster,
Nils Olav,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
Crime,
Altered Images,
Anakelly,
Al Stewart,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Patti Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Interpol,
Smog,
John Lydon,
Morten Harket,
cv313,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faust,
Nik Kershaw,
The Techniques,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Accadde A,
Roxy Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
The Knickerbockers,
Symarip,
Inner City,
This Heat,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.