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 Moldova and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terry Callier 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dead C,
F. McDonald,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
The Standells,
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
John Foxx,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
Shuggie Otis,
Blancmange,
Soul II Soul,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
X-101,
Reuben Wilson,
The Index,
Whodini,
The Motions,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Last Poets,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
The Young Rascals,
Kerri Chandler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sam Rivers,
The Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
MC5,
Buzzcocks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents,
Liliput,
Drexciya,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
Yazoo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Ultravox,
Desert Stars,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.