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 the UAE and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fear to the electroclash 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Evens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young,
ABBA,
David McCallum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
X-102,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hasil Adkins,
Duran Duran,
James Chance & The Contortions,
UT,
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Surgeon,
Dead Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Standells,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Judy Mowatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Sherman,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Magazine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camouflage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Velvet Underground,
Hot Snakes,
The Gap Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.