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 Serbia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar 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 Shadows of Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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?
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Görl,
Heaven 17,
Lalann,
the Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare,
Davy DMX,
Guru Guru,
Deepchord,
Main Source,
Matthew Halsall,
Crime,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
Von Mondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Aswad,
Altered Images,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy Collins,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Prince Buster,
The Five Americans,
The Fugs,
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anthony Braxton,
Pole,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Charles Mingus,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
The Blues Magoos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül,
AZ,
Simply Red,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suicide,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.