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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 The Moody Blues to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Lou Christie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Remains,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
Warsaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
CMW,
Lindisfarne,
The Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Organ,
The Red Krayola,
The Offenders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kas Product,
James White and The Blacks,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion,
Derrick May,
Saccharine Trust,
Henry Cow,
Negative Approach,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
DJ Style,
Sparks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anakelly,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alison Limerick,
The Doors,
Robert Görl,
Aswad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Residents,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Sneak,
Schoolly D,
Bauhaus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
Wasted Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
Lungfish,
Pantytec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Das Ding,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.