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 Bangladesh and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rap 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 sitar and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
Leonard Cohen,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
Wally Richardson,
Vainqueur,
The Martian,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
Carl Craig,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The American Breed,
Oneida,
Lakeside,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
Bobby Sherman,
Joensuu 1685,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Kinks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
10cc,
Warren Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
The Names,
Severed Heads,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
Thee Headcoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
Lightning Bolt,
Bluetip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Order,
Harmonia,
Ossler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.