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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric Dolphy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Infiniti,
The Gun Club,
Barry Ungar,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
The Searchers,
Unrelated Segments,
Susan Cadogan,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T.S.O.L.,
Pylon,
Echospace,
Oblivians,
CMW,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Cybotron,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
Arab on Radar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Rekid,
The Selecter,
Kerri Chandler,
The Invisible,
One Last Wish,
The Moody Blues,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül,
The Monks,
Q65,
Alton Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monochrome Set,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Blake Baxter,
This Heat,
Gang Green,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erasure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Moss Icon,
Wire,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.