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 South Sudan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donald Byrd to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Leaves,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
The Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cymande,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rekid,
Mad Mike,
John Foxx,
Silicon Teens,
Sonic Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Surgeon,
ABC,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
Crash Course in Science,
JFA,
Heaven 17,
The Pop Group,
Wire,
Ludus,
Rakim,
Slick Rick,
John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slackers,
Inner City,
the Swans,
Fear,
Eve St. Jones,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
These Immortal Souls,
Q65,
David Bowie,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Essential Logic,
Derrick May,
Pussy Galore,
Brand Nubian,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
Little Man,
Gong,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.