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 Costa Rica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alphaville to the disco 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Young Marble Giants,
The Move,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Surgeon,
Scan 7,
Inner City,
The Dead C,
Warren Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Das Ding,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
X-101,
Animal Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultravox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sonics,
Bluetip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alphaville,
Stereo Dub,
the Normal,
Max Romeo,
New Order,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Stooges,
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
Make Up,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ohio Players,
The Velvet Underground,
Albert Ayler,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
Byron Stingily,
Rufus Thomas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
Boz Scaggs,
Sparks,
Spoonie Gee,
Warsaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid,
Talk Talk,
MDC,
Zapp,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.