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 Switzerland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax 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 güiro 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Excepter,
Junior Murvin,
The Cramps,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Ohio Players,
The Slits,
Toni Rubio,
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The Standells,
Eric Dolphy,
Marine Girls,
Josef K,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June Days,
Deadbeat,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aswad,
Visage,
Dead Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Wells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warsaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
Massinfluence,
Dual Sessions,
Frankie Knuckles,
OOIOO,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barrington Levy,
Liliput,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boredoms,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Sherman,
Cluster,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Circle Jerks,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.