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 Maldives and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris & Cosey to the dance 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Bang On A Can,
China Crisis,
The Durutti Column,
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
The Count Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronan,
Tears for Fears,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donny Hathaway,
Terry Callier,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
Brick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flash Fearless,
Gastr Del Sol,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Lynne,
Kas Product,
The Last Poets,
Delta 5,
Radiohead,
Unwound,
ABBA,
Supertramp,
OOIOO,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quadrant,
The Associates,
Rod Modell,
DJ Style,
Lyres,
ABC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moss Icon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Letta Mbulu,
Magazine,
Fatback Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Tremeloes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Mills,
Chris Corsano,
The Busters,
Eric Dolphy,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.