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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Silicon Teens to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonic Youth,
The Standells,
Kenny Larkin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ponytail,
Idris Muhammad,
Main Source,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angry Samoans,
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
cv313,
Althea and Donna,
Neu!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pagans,
Blancmange,
the Normal,
Tom Boy,
Cal Tjader,
JFA,
Parry Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
ABC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Organ,
The Tremeloes,
Shuggie Otis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Newcleus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry's Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Juan Atkins,
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
X-102,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
Cabaret Voltaire,
R.M.O.,
Charles Mingus,
Alison Limerick,
Brass Construction,
The Knickerbockers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Half Japanese,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.