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 Uganda and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
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 sitar 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 Cymande to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '60s 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
PIL,
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Youth Brigade,
Aural Exciters,
Glenn Branca,
Harmonia,
Von Mondo,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
New Order,
Black Moon,
The Barracudas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
Flipper,
Flash Fearless,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Teasers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
John Cale,
Wire,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
Deepchord,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
The Fire Engines,
The Names,
the Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
Malaria!,
Pantytec,
The Fuzztones,
Moby Grape,
DNA,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Boz Scaggs,
The Five Americans,
Bush Tetras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blake Baxter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
Sarah Menescal,
The J.B.'s,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.