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 Seychelles and from London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 Little Man to the jazz 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 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?
Slave,
The Blues Magoos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Colin Newman,
The Zeros,
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
X-101,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bauhaus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
The Toasters,
Ice-T,
Reuben Wilson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Starr,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q and Not U,
Girls At Our Best!,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Certain Ratio,
Depeche Mode,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Count Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
OOIOO,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
Oneida,
the Association,
Joensuu 1685,
Stereo Dub,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jandek,
Moebius,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
B.T. Express,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
Adolescents,
The Kinks,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.