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 Mexico and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the punk 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Drexciya,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Danielle Patucci,
The Star Department,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visage,
OOIOO,
Accadde A,
Fela Kuti,
Audionom,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
David Bowie,
Minor Threat,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
Scratch Acid,
Reagan Youth,
Basic Channel,
X-Ray Spex,
L. Decosne,
Quantec,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Happenings,
Fear,
Rapeman,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
T. Rex,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
Ten City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas,
Barry Ungar,
The Birthday Party,
MC5,
Soft Machine,
Jawbox,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
The Walker Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
Boredoms,
Simply Red,
Rakim,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.