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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Howard Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Golliwogs,
ABC,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Coltrane,
Black Moon,
The Names,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-102,
JFA,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Birthday Party,
Sound Behaviour,
Fluxion,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
Dave Gahan,
Panda Bear,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sixth Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Connie Case,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Accadde A,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
Banda Bassotti,
Unwound,
Don Cherry,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Nick Fraelich,
The Victims,
Rakim,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Motions,
Nirvana,
Donald Byrd,
The Happenings,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Gang Starr,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.