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 Syria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Selecter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Scrapy,
The Barracudas,
Bronski Beat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
Lou Reed,
Franke,
Deepchord,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Lydon,
Gang Starr,
X-102,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Charles Mingus,
K-Klass,
Matthew Halsall,
Funkadelic,
The Divine Comedy,
Bob Dylan,
Mo-Dettes,
Neu!,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonic Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Josef K,
Gerry Rafferty,
Goldenarms,
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Zeros,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
The Blues Magoos,
Hashim,
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Eddi Front,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
The Red Krayola,
Roger Hodgson,
Nirvana,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABBA,
Ken Boothe,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.