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 Mexico and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neon Judgement to the punk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lightning Bolt,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Vogues,
Bad Manners,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
Little Man,
Bob Dylan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cure,
Faraquet,
The Evens,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
Sarah Menescal,
Rosa Yemen,
Nico,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
Gang Starr,
Fugazi,
Yazoo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
Grey Daturas,
Lucky Dragons,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX,
Yusef Lateef,
Main Source,
Traffic Nightmare,
Massinfluence,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Underground Resistance,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minnie Riperton,
John Foxx,
Alison Limerick,
Thee Headcoats,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boz Scaggs,
Rapeman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echospace,
B.T. Express,
John Lydon,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.