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 Indonesia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Glambeats Corp. to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Drexciya,
Little Man,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Morten Harket,
Reuben Wilson,
Talk Talk,
These Immortal Souls,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick Morgan,
Idris Muhammad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donny Hathaway,
Tropical Tobacco,
Livin' Joy,
In Retrospect,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quadrant,
The Angels of Light,
Skaos,
Lower 48,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
X-101,
David Axelrod,
Peter and Kerry,
The Barracudas,
Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Smog,
Erasure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gichy Dan,
Deadbeat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The United States of America,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
Gabor Szabo,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Machine,
FM Einheit,
The Smiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Vladislav Delay,
MDC,
L. Decosne,
Skriet,
Oneida,
Maleditus Sound,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.