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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the punk 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Television Personalities,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scientists,
Das Ding,
Eve St. Jones,
Wally Richardson,
The Blackbyrds,
Minny Pops,
Bauhaus,
FM Einheit,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sam Rivers,
Nils Olav,
Panda Bear,
The Modern Lovers,
Marvin Gaye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skarface,
Lyres,
Scrapy,
The Angels of Light,
Ken Boothe,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
Khruangbin,
Pussy Galore,
Brass Construction,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wings,
Television,
The Moody Blues,
Glenn Branca,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mojo Men,
It's A Beautiful Day,
KRS-One,
Talk Talk,
The Music Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Eddi Front,
The Standells,
Unwound,
Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
John Lydon,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.