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 Barbados and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Metal Thangz to the electroclash 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
OOIOO,
Leonard Cohen,
the Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ten City,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Faraquet,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
E-Dancer,
The Golliwogs,
Index,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Warren Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Intrusion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Hood,
Livin' Joy,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Kurtis Blow,
Josef K,
The Dirtbombs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Subhumans,
The Slits,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
Deepchord,
Matthew Bourne,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alice Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gerry Rafferty,
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra,
10cc,
Section 25,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
Reuben Wilson,
Jandek,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.