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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Mills to the punk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Barry Ungar,
Lakeside,
Radiohead,
Stiv Bators,
Television,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül II,
MDC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
10cc,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aural Exciters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doobie Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mary Jane Girls,
PIL,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Byrd,
Altered Images,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Almond,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harry Pussy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Motions,
Yazoo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gichy Dan,
Maleditus Sound,
Kas Product,
Stereo Dub,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul II Soul,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minutemen,
AZ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Negative Approach,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABBA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slave,
U.S. Maple,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
the Sonics,
Mars,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.