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 Czech Republic and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Amazonics to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Excepter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy Collins,
Carl Craig,
Oblivians,
Susan Cadogan,
The Searchers,
Model 500,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skriet,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New York Dolls,
Harry Pussy,
Yazoo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dead Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
Joy Division,
The Offenders,
Whodini,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
U.S. Maple,
The Durutti Column,
Camouflage,
Sugar Minott,
Joey Negro,
Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust,
Main Source,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fall,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultra Naté,
Aaron Thompson,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Porter Ricks,
Sparks,
Trumans Water,
the Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Heaven 17,
The Gladiators,
Darondo,
Scion,
Silicon Teens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.