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 Russia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Angry Samoans to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
China Crisis,
Essential Logic,
Ultravox,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
The Red Krayola,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Flag,
Max Romeo,
Connie Case,
Gichy Dan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Intrusion,
The Music Machine,
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Popol Vuh,
June of 44,
Matthew Bourne,
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
Half Japanese,
Dorothy Ashby,
Icehouse,
Gabor Szabo,
L. Decosne,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gun Club,
Organ,
The Kinks,
Quando Quango,
Terry Callier,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
Davy DMX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
Lucky Dragons,
Marcia Griffiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
Drexciya,
Country Joe & The Fish,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül II,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.