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 Switzerland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Neu! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
Cluster,
Kenny Larkin,
James White and The Blacks,
The Move,
Sällskapet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glenn Branca,
Unwound,
Country Teasers,
The Happenings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
The Stooges,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABC,
Aloha Tigers,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visage,
Bush Tetras,
Livin' Joy,
Tres Demented,
Faust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zapp,
Amazonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
June Days,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brass Construction,
Joey Negro,
The Fall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Music Machine,
The Cowsills,
Nick Fraelich,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter & Gordon,
The Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
Laurel Aitken,
Throbbing Gristle,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.