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 China and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 OOIOO to the electroclash 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Wire,
The Mummies,
Grauzone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Almond,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Altered Images,
Scion,
Charles Mingus,
UT,
The Skatalites,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Enemy,
Rod Modell,
David McCallum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Average White Band,
Intrusion,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
The Grass Roots,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Christie,
Negative Approach,
Eddi Front,
X-101,
Bobby Womack,
Pulsallama,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alphaville,
John Holt,
L. Decosne,
T.S.O.L.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aloha Tigers,
Cheater Slicks,
the Slits,
Pole,
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pretty Things,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moleskins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Offenders,
Sister Nancy,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
Henry Cow,
Groovy Waters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.