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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 The Seeds to the jazz 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxette,
Ituana,
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
The Trojans,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moody Blues,
Aural Exciters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
D'Angelo,
CMW,
Accadde A,
cv313,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aswad,
Yellowson,
Agitation Free,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
Bronski Beat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pole,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang of Four,
Hashim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brothers Johnson,
Minutemen,
Dawn Penn,
The Cramps,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Schoolly D,
Minny Pops,
Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drexciya,
Theoretical Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.