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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Index,
Connie Case,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Star Department,
Al Stewart,
The Cramps,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Halsall,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Machine,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skriet,
The Monks,
Franke,
ABBA,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ituana,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Pantaleimon,
JFA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skaos,
OOIOO,
Spoonie Gee,
Sister Nancy,
Average White Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flash Fearless,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sex Pistols,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mandrill,
48th St. Collective,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cameo,
Los Fastidios,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jandek,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maurizio,
Stereo Dub,
Tres Demented,
Youth Brigade,
The Motions,
The Birthday Party,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.