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 Lithuania and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Fear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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?
Television,
Black Bananas,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Halsall,
The Alarm Clocks,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
Godley & Creme,
Yazoo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultra Naté,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blues Magoos,
The Victims,
David Bowie,
Jeff Lynne,
Dual Sessions,
Dead Boys,
The Happenings,
Nick Fraelich,
Fat Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
Essential Logic,
Deepchord,
Davy DMX,
Glenn Branca,
Visage,
Chris Corsano,
ABBA,
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Bad Manners,
Zapp,
Pere Ubu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
LL Cool J,
Cheater Slicks,
Easy Going,
June of 44,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid,
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
Lungfish,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
Simply Red,
Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nico,
Delta 5,
the Bar-Kays,
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.