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 Cameroon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Albert Ayler to the grunge 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
the Bar-Kays,
Yazoo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Litter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deadbeat,
Tom Boy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Franke,
Jandek,
Porter Ricks,
Saccharine Trust,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Wyatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Ice-T,
Television Personalities,
Das Ding,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barbara Tucker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amazonics,
Albert Ayler,
Little Man,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
Desert Stars,
Faust,
Tears for Fears,
Mandrill,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gabor Szabo,
The Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
Mr. Review,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
Wally Richardson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
The Toasters,
Erasure,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.