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 Kenya 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Lungfish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
Guru Guru,
Bronski Beat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
Alice Coltrane,
Chrome,
Kenny Larkin,
Rosa Yemen,
John Lydon,
Letta Mbulu,
Icehouse,
Robert Hood,
Sandy B,
Judy Mowatt,
Mandrill,
Glenn Branca,
Swell Maps,
Subhumans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slick Rick,
EPMD,
Porter Ricks,
The American Breed,
Bauhaus,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pole,
Tom Boy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scientists,
Colin Newman,
Kas Product,
Howard Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
D'Angelo,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
Nirvana,
Johnny Clarke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monks,
Josef K,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Panda Bear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
The Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
the Bar-Kays,
Stiv Bators,
Deepchord,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.