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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Khruangbin to the funk 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
UT,
The Searchers,
The Busters,
Connie Case,
Porter Ricks,
The Slackers,
Pantytec,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monolake,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
Agent Orange,
Hot Snakes,
Clear Light,
Marine Girls,
Schoolly D,
The Names,
Cabaret Voltaire,
CMW,
Peter & Gordon,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
Sällskapet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Brick,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
Lakeside,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
Jeff Mills,
Lungfish,
Bootsy Collins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Isaac Hayes,
Cybotron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
F. McDonald,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.