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 Laos and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Five Americans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Circle Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Order,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
Wings,
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Organ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Popol Vuh,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
KRS-One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal,
Godley & Creme,
The Gories,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Glenn Branca,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
The Martian,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
China Crisis,
The Wake,
Dave Gahan,
Country Teasers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Animal Collective,
The Grass Roots,
The Vogues,
The Last Poets,
Newcleus,
Terry Callier,
Howard Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Nils Olav,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fluxion,
The Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Radiohead,
DJ Sneak,
The Litter,
Rod Modell,
The Victims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.