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 Nigeria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 Dave Gahan 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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 linndrum and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Crooked Eye,
Fluxion,
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
Bob Dylan,
Massinfluence,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Television,
Traffic Nightmare,
EPMD,
Erasure,
The Martian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Bowie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Bronski Beat,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxette,
Jacob Miller,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102,
Matthew Bourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Wells,
H. Thieme,
Crash Course in Science,
Scientists,
Rites of Spring,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Fatback Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
Smog,
Joensuu 1685,
This Heat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Lynne,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
Arcadia,
Alphaville,
Porter Ricks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.