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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Junior Murvin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cameo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slick Rick,
June of 44,
L. Decosne,
cv313,
Bobby Sherman,
The Associates,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare,
Altered Images,
The Flesh Eaters,
Max Romeo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Radio Birdman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K,
The Busters,
Television Personalities,
Glambeats Corp.,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
Alison Limerick,
Ice-T,
The Buckinghams,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
The Fortunes,
The Smiths,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
Bronski Beat,
The Count Five,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
Deadbeat,
Heaven 17,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.