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 Croatia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Jeru the Damaja to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Juan Atkins,
Essential Logic,
Cecil Taylor,
Moss Icon,
Barrington Levy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
The Index,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Junior Murvin,
Tubeway Army,
Wasted Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Technova,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Wyatt,
Icehouse,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yaz,
The Stooges,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fugs,
Joe Smooth,
The Smiths,
Roxy Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül II,
Eli Mardock,
KRS-One,
Graham Central Station,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
Blancmange,
Althea and Donna,
Don Cherry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Mo-Dettes,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.