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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arab on Radar to the funk 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ludus,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
Cymande,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
Sexual Harrassment,
Silicon Teens,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Motorama,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fugs,
the Normal,
Joey Negro,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Franke,
The Walker Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
The Grass Roots,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index,
Skarface,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Mark Hollis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vainqueur,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amazonics,
the Sonics,
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
The Cowsills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Standells,
The Slits,
The Gap Band,
Bang On A Can,
Neu!,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Visage,
Ituana,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.