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 Mali and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kurtis Blow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
the Association,
Visage,
Livin' Joy,
Kenny Larkin,
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Leonard Cohen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Make Up,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
Bobby Womack,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
Au Pairs,
Can,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The American Breed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monolake,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
The Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacob Miller,
Infiniti,
B.T. Express,
Easy Going,
Rites of Spring,
Von Mondo,
Kerri Chandler,
ABBA,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Almond,
Pantaleimon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ossler,
Byron Stingily,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Copeland,
Quando Quango,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.