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 Burundi and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rites of Spring to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Cymande,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
MC5,
Connie Case,
Ultra Naté,
Rufus Thomas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brass Construction,
48th St. Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bauhaus,
Hasil Adkins,
Excepter,
Cheater Slicks,
Severed Heads,
Q65,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wire,
CMW,
The Vogues,
Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Raincoats,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
Funkadelic,
Newcleus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Motions,
Loose Ends,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sight & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Nico,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
The Slackers,
Skarface,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reagan Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Leaves,
Motorama,
Babytalk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warsaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Busters,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.