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 Argentina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Crash Course in Science to the punk 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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Faraquet,
Nick Fraelich,
Supertramp,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
Minny Pops,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
X-102,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kurtis Blow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound,
Arcadia,
The Kinks,
Skaos,
Ken Boothe,
Suicide,
Man Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Accadde A,
Boredoms,
Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne,
The Black Dice,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ten City,
Ronan,
The Monks,
Minutemen,
Suburban Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
June of 44,
Rites of Spring,
Shuggie Otis,
Althea and Donna,
Archie Shepp,
Babytalk,
The Cure,
Joe Finger,
Sandy B,
Tubeway Army,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.