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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 10cc to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Malaria!,
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
Charles Mingus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker,
John Holt,
Amon Düül II,
Saccharine Trust,
ABC,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
Spoonie Gee,
Moebius,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Average White Band,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
the Swans,
Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
Nas,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
Bobby Sherman,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Royal Trux,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
Cymande,
Eve St. Jones,
Funky Four + One,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Hill,
X-Ray Spex,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
Wire,
Maurizio,
Lucky Dragons,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.