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 United States and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Gories to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blake Baxter,
Erasure,
Rekid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Sonic Youth,
Index,
Fatback Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
John Lydon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Knickerbockers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
the Normal,
Crash Course in Science,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Radio Birdman,
June Days,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
LL Cool J,
Maleditus Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minutemen,
Eric Copeland,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Von Mondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Anakelly,
Todd Rundgren,
Excepter,
Charles Mingus,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scan 7,
Das Ding,
Hoover,
Deepchord,
Delta 5,
Parry Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.