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 Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Basic Channel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 oboe and a chamberlin 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Stooges,
The Searchers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Subhumans,
Brass Construction,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
Chrome,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
Judy Mowatt,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Sherman,
China Crisis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mission of Burma,
Nik Kershaw,
Thompson Twins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Isaac Hayes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Von Mondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Toni Rubio,
Mo-Dettes,
Spandau Ballet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aloha Tigers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Mad Mike,
DNA,
Connie Case,
Nico,
Archie Shepp,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
Jandek,
Quantec,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
The Fortunes,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.