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 Morocco and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 New Order to the rock 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
ABC,
H. Thieme,
The Moody Blues,
Faust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New York Dolls,
Fela Kuti,
The Busters,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter and Kerry,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Vogues,
Donny Hathaway,
Soulsonic Force,
Make Up,
Stiv Bators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camouflage,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
Wasted Youth,
Nico,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Names,
Minor Threat,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slits,
Minny Pops,
Janne Schatter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oblivians,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dark Day,
Chrome,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terry Callier,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Blossom Toes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Khruangbin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
Aaron Thompson,
Blancmange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scion,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Guru Guru,
Dawn Penn,
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.